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I was supposed to be meeting friends for a markeroni snarfari, starting at a local park (which doesn't exist in real life but showed up several times in my dream). I was going to take them to sites nearby that I missed the last time we did a snarfari in Fairfax. I was going to be late to the party because I was volunteering (as I do every Sat morning) and then decided on a whim to stop by the bookstore because a friend (the only friend I know in real life who watches this show) told me the Top Gear guys were signing their latest books.
Only James & Jeremy were there signing, but it was still really neat to meet them. Their book was small & thin; like a pocket edition or something. It had to do with car maintenance or was a road guide or something like that. Anyway, I wrote out my name on a napkin for them to read so they wouldn't get it wrong when they autographed the book.
I was running really late by then and headed to my car; which was actually my mother's white van. Don't know why I was driving that. As I was heading to my car in the parking lot, I just happened to glance over at the front of the store and saw a man dressed in black with a black ski mask and a gun in hand. He fired several bullets into the air and people started screaming and running. I crouched down at the end of the car, on the far side from the isle.
But, stupid me, I decided to get up and see if the coast was clear and the guy spotted me. I put my hands up, motioning for the guy not to shoot. But I ended up getting shot three times in the back. I felt horrible pain and then woozy, fuzzy grayness took over. I doubled over and then went facefirst into the sidewalk.
I woke up in the hospital. My purse had been stolen so they didn't know who I was at first. My first thought was wondering if the book was safe or if I'd put that in my purse. My second thought was that I really should have called my friends to tell them why I'd be late. The pain was awful though.
I woke up at that point, freaking out a little. When I finally fell back to sleep, I had another dream. Not so sure where I was (a college/residency program or something?) I ran into my ex-boyfriend at the dining hall. He was working in food services, behind the counter. We caught up.
Then I caught a bus to that park. I was friends with the bus driver, who seemed surprised when I gave him my destination. "You want to be dropped off HERE?" I told him I did, that I had friends waiting. So I got out of the bus and walked across the gravel lot to the trees around the bend and beginning of the park.
I don't remember what happened from there but I wound up at a meeting of some sort-- like a volunteering club or something. They were discussing some presentation or fair or musical or something. And a guy visiting with his friend from our sister chapter in the UK was dressed as a 20 dollar bill. He did a musical number we all laughed at, but one of the guys in our board of directors jumped up from his seat to announce the guy had just done so well he earned a trip to Michigan to perform for his fourth grade students. I guess to people in the UK, Michigan is as exotic a place as any, because the guy was excited.
I did some research on 20 dollar bills and found a whole bunch of stuff I showed them from the internet. They were grateful for my enthusiasm and help. But I don't know if they reworked their presentation or not because I woke up shortly after.
Note- the getting shot in the back thing might have had to do with the fact that I watched Four Brothers and my favorite character gets shot in the back.
Only James & Jeremy were there signing, but it was still really neat to meet them. Their book was small & thin; like a pocket edition or something. It had to do with car maintenance or was a road guide or something like that. Anyway, I wrote out my name on a napkin for them to read so they wouldn't get it wrong when they autographed the book.
I was running really late by then and headed to my car; which was actually my mother's white van. Don't know why I was driving that. As I was heading to my car in the parking lot, I just happened to glance over at the front of the store and saw a man dressed in black with a black ski mask and a gun in hand. He fired several bullets into the air and people started screaming and running. I crouched down at the end of the car, on the far side from the isle.
But, stupid me, I decided to get up and see if the coast was clear and the guy spotted me. I put my hands up, motioning for the guy not to shoot. But I ended up getting shot three times in the back. I felt horrible pain and then woozy, fuzzy grayness took over. I doubled over and then went facefirst into the sidewalk.
I woke up in the hospital. My purse had been stolen so they didn't know who I was at first. My first thought was wondering if the book was safe or if I'd put that in my purse. My second thought was that I really should have called my friends to tell them why I'd be late. The pain was awful though.
I woke up at that point, freaking out a little. When I finally fell back to sleep, I had another dream. Not so sure where I was (a college/residency program or something?) I ran into my ex-boyfriend at the dining hall. He was working in food services, behind the counter. We caught up.
Then I caught a bus to that park. I was friends with the bus driver, who seemed surprised when I gave him my destination. "You want to be dropped off HERE?" I told him I did, that I had friends waiting. So I got out of the bus and walked across the gravel lot to the trees around the bend and beginning of the park.
I don't remember what happened from there but I wound up at a meeting of some sort-- like a volunteering club or something. They were discussing some presentation or fair or musical or something. And a guy visiting with his friend from our sister chapter in the UK was dressed as a 20 dollar bill. He did a musical number we all laughed at, but one of the guys in our board of directors jumped up from his seat to announce the guy had just done so well he earned a trip to Michigan to perform for his fourth grade students. I guess to people in the UK, Michigan is as exotic a place as any, because the guy was excited.
I did some research on 20 dollar bills and found a whole bunch of stuff I showed them from the internet. They were grateful for my enthusiasm and help. But I don't know if they reworked their presentation or not because I woke up shortly after.
Note- the getting shot in the back thing might have had to do with the fact that I watched Four Brothers and my favorite character gets shot in the back.
