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Started out with me driving my family's old Pontiac Sunbird LS (shows up in my dreams a lot, even though we don't own it anymore) and heading out to pay![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
anher and stryck a visit. Along the way, I stop by a mall (I'm thinking Patrick Henry Mall in Chesapeake) in to pick up some small gifts for them, fully aware of the fact that I was a little more strapped for cash than I like to be (which is actually the case in real life, making this dream all the more realistic).
As I'm packing everything I got into my car, I witness a fight between some school kids, but before I can go break it up, one of them gets hit in the face so hard that he drops to the ground. One of his friends sticks around while the rest of the group walks away laughing. He asks me to help his friend, so I walk over, seeing if the kid's alright. Nope...he's dead.
I walk over to a nearby payph one to call 911 and inform them of what happened, when my dream decides to have a sudden, inexplicable scene shift: the kid and I are now in a taxi cab, apparently owned by his dad. He's telling his dad about what happened, his dad's not believing him, and I'm trying to explain that it's the truth. Apparently, though, he's more concerned about the fact that his job as a cab driver keeps him from getting to see his family that much, and eventually he gets pissed and throws me out (even though I was reaching for change to pay the cab fare...apparently the scene shift didn't phase me at all.)
Fortunately, he kicked me out in a familiar part of a DC suburb, right by White Flint Mall...and, apparently, right by Anher and Stryck's home too (also apparently failed to phase me any, even if it didn't make the least bit of sense). So, I walk over to their place to deliver the gifts I got them...that's when I realize I don't have the gifts.
Or any clue where my car is.
Or any clue where my shoes and socks disappeared to. (The hell!?)
But in any case, I get over to their place, explain what all's going on, call the cops, inform them of what happened and where, and head back out to the first mall I was at to try and remember where the heck I parked. I give up on the shoes, knowing my folks'll be pissed since they were brand new (also adding to the realism of the dream since the shoes in question actually ARE brand new), and opt to just go buy a new pair instead, still remember how close to broke I am.
Cue another insane scene shift, and my terminated involvement in the dream.
It now focuses on a pair of NCIS agents (apparently the kid who was killed was the son of a Marine Corps officer, and some of her subordinates were the parents of the kids who killed him) who are investigating the mall/crime scene. In the process of tracing back the events of the fight, they stumble on a slightly off-kilter rack at a perfume store, with a door behind it.
Inside they find a narcotics lab, being run by the previously-mentioned subordinates and their kids. Apparently the one kid stumbled in on it and had to be silenced one way or another...and now they had two more witnesses to nix.
Cue insane, mall-destroying fight scene. Got a little crazy for a while, but finally the drug-dealing lieutenants were clobbered and collared...just in time for the 2 agents to get dragged into their CO's office to for a major league ass-chewing. Apparently the brawl was all over the local newspapers and TV stations (that was quick!), and he's about to have them both sent off to Levenworth, when he gets a phone call...apparently, whoever is on the other end of the line is their boss' boss, because the CO is getting an earful from him about giving them any grief on what amounted to finding the kid's killers and busting one of the largest drug rings in the country.
I think that's what happened, anyway...right in the middle of that I woke up. :[ DAMMIT.
Started out with me driving my family's old Pontiac Sunbird LS (shows up in my dreams a lot, even though we don't own it anymore) and heading out to pay
anher and stryck a visit. Along the way, I stop by a mall (I'm thinking Patrick Henry Mall in Chesapeake) in to pick up some small gifts for them, fully aware of the fact that I was a little more strapped for cash than I like to be (which is actually the case in real life, making this dream all the more realistic).As I'm packing everything I got into my car, I witness a fight between some school kids, but before I can go break it up, one of them gets hit in the face so hard that he drops to the ground. One of his friends sticks around while the rest of the group walks away laughing. He asks me to help his friend, so I walk over, seeing if the kid's alright. Nope...he's dead.
I walk over to a nearby payph one to call 911 and inform them of what happened, when my dream decides to have a sudden, inexplicable scene shift: the kid and I are now in a taxi cab, apparently owned by his dad. He's telling his dad about what happened, his dad's not believing him, and I'm trying to explain that it's the truth. Apparently, though, he's more concerned about the fact that his job as a cab driver keeps him from getting to see his family that much, and eventually he gets pissed and throws me out (even though I was reaching for change to pay the cab fare...apparently the scene shift didn't phase me at all.)
Fortunately, he kicked me out in a familiar part of a DC suburb, right by White Flint Mall...and, apparently, right by Anher and Stryck's home too (also apparently failed to phase me any, even if it didn't make the least bit of sense). So, I walk over to their place to deliver the gifts I got them...that's when I realize I don't have the gifts.
Or any clue where my car is.
Or any clue where my shoes and socks disappeared to. (The hell!?)
But in any case, I get over to their place, explain what all's going on, call the cops, inform them of what happened and where, and head back out to the first mall I was at to try and remember where the heck I parked. I give up on the shoes, knowing my folks'll be pissed since they were brand new (also adding to the realism of the dream since the shoes in question actually ARE brand new), and opt to just go buy a new pair instead, still remember how close to broke I am.
Cue another insane scene shift, and my terminated involvement in the dream.
It now focuses on a pair of NCIS agents (apparently the kid who was killed was the son of a Marine Corps officer, and some of her subordinates were the parents of the kids who killed him) who are investigating the mall/crime scene. In the process of tracing back the events of the fight, they stumble on a slightly off-kilter rack at a perfume store, with a door behind it.
Inside they find a narcotics lab, being run by the previously-mentioned subordinates and their kids. Apparently the one kid stumbled in on it and had to be silenced one way or another...and now they had two more witnesses to nix.
Cue insane, mall-destroying fight scene. Got a little crazy for a while, but finally the drug-dealing lieutenants were clobbered and collared...just in time for the 2 agents to get dragged into their CO's office to for a major league ass-chewing. Apparently the brawl was all over the local newspapers and TV stations (that was quick!), and he's about to have them both sent off to Levenworth, when he gets a phone call...apparently, whoever is on the other end of the line is their boss' boss, because the CO is getting an earful from him about giving them any grief on what amounted to finding the kid's killers and busting one of the largest drug rings in the country.
I think that's what happened, anyway...right in the middle of that I woke up. :[ DAMMIT.
