“You could be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
Either way, I don't wanna wake up from you
(Turn the lights on)"
About Monday night’s dream.
It was election time – fitting, as we are heading into the high point of the 66,000th election since 10-10-10. My camera was involved in some sort of scandal because one political party had new/secret members and wanted to keep them hidden. However, they had used my camera to take pictures of these new members, so Alan took me into some ghetto area to find it.
I have no idea why my camera would be in the ghetto, but apparently this ghetto area seemed to be the party’s headquarters. (Chuckle!)
We got the camera, and I was sitting in a car going through the images on the memory card. However, because the time stamps were off, I could see the images, but as I didn’t know when they were taken, it was hard to know who was a new member. At that point, what I was more concerned with was the fact that they had gone through my nude files. (I take pride in protecting the subjects that I photograph, so this was a big deal for me.)
While this was happening, it seemed as though Alan’s squad had found one member of the other party and was chasing them – big chase in the ghetto. I looked through the back glass of the car and saw this Spanish man, whom I may have seen earlier in the dream, with a gun in his hand scuffling with another Spanish man.
Alan’s squad was still running around rounding up the members of the other political party just as someone rode up on a scooter and asked us, “Why are you guys here and taking this thing so seriously?” I assumed he was talking about elections.
At this point, the unarmed Spanish man broke away from the scuffle and tried to run, but the other guy shot him a few times in the back. (Pew, pew, everybody go die… tonight.)
He then proceeded to fire a couple more warning shots into the ground as he made his way toward me. (Who mister thinks he’s going to shoot next?) I ducked down into the back seat of the car and started easing out the door, but he was aware of my presence. Just as he got closer to my whereabouts, someone else caught his attention and he turned to shoot.
I found myself super scared at this point, because “mans” doesn’t want to die. So great was my fear that I woke up from the dream. The last thing I remember before waking up was someone saying that the reason they wanted to get me was because I had found the second pair of gloves – I have no idea what this glove I had found was, or why it was worth killing me over.
I don’t know what sparked this dream, but I would just like to let all politicians know that I come in peace, eh. There’s nothing to kill me over! LOL!
*Siri, play Sweet Dreams from Beyonce*
