I Am The Master of Odd Dreams

This one isn't the most odd I've ever had. Oh, no... Not by a long shot. But I figured it was sort of noteworthy.

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So, the dream starts off with me hunting somebody. I don't know who it is that I'm hunting, exactly, but I know that he's a killer. I receive information that this guy has my baby cousin, a 3-month-old girl (who, by the way, only exists in this dream). Next thing I know, I find the guy just in time to see him kill her. Although I was too late to save her, I go postal and, well... "Destroy" would be the best word to use to explain what I did to him.

So, after this traumatizing experience, loads of people come into my house to give their condolences. Among them is this girl I used to be friends with (who actually does exist and that I really haven't spoken to in 3 years). Apparently, we hadn't spoken for that length of time in the dream, either. She runs over to me and hugs me whilst crying hysterically. After she calms down a bit, she apologizes for the past 3 years and she says that she wanted to see me because she read in the paper that I had gotten shot in the struggle with the killer. We start talking, and then I see that she brought someone with her. The person she brought with her was this other girl (who also actually exists and that I haven't spoken to for longer). I get a little pissed off that she was there and I make a comment about how she (the 2nd girl) only comes around when it's most convenient so she can look good and slither her way back into my life. After this little get-together, I go over to my Mom, who is upset at the loss of my fictitious cousin, and tell her that I'm going to see my boyfriend for a little while. (I don't actually have a boyfriend. I only have one in this dream.)

So I get in my car (I don't even have a license, let alone a car, in reality), which is a Mustang (my dream car =D ), and I drive over to this apartment building of sorts. I park and take the elevator up to the 5th floor. I get to the door and I hear the TV on, so I knock and he answers the door. Apparently, in this dream, my boyfriend was Denny Duquette (Yeah... From Grey's Anatomy). Except his heart problem was taken care of, but, for some reason, he was in a wheelchair. He asked me how I was and how my shoulder was doing because that's where I had evidently been shot by the killer. I sat in his lap, wrapped my arms around him, and cried as I talked about what had transpired the previous night. He gave me a hug and said that I was the strongest woman he knew. I felt really guilty at one point because I found myself thinking about another man while he was consoling me. I also felt guilty because I made a silent wish that I could have ran to this other man instead of him. It was almost as though he knew that though, because he gave me a sad-yet-sympathetic look. I told him I was sorry because I had to leave but I was going to come back later. I went back downstairs, got in my Mustang, and drove away.
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Um... This was one of those times when I woke up and said, "WTF??!!?!" to myself. But, still, this was not the weirdest dream I ever had by a mile. At least I was some badass crime fighter who owned a Mustang... Even my outfit was awesome! Also, in reality, I wouldn't be with someone if I really wanted to be with someone else. Crazy.

~Jay Mason~