Poop Shute

Dream just now

I am at a party at... I don't know whose house. I've never been to this place in reality, but it kind of looked a little like the BAG. The walls in the main room are pink like the BAG's kitchen. I'm hanging out with my girls, who in this dream are both still my girls.

Noel starts to tell me that she's upset about the time I made out with Mollie. In the dream, I say something like "but that was so long ago" when in real life it has never happened. Mollie is also sitting close by, so I take Noel by the arm and lead her down the hallway where we can talk in private. Even though she's upset with me, it's a mild upset and she's still being physically affectionate. As we talk I'm petting her shoulders and her hands are on my chest. First I ask her "okay, now what's wrong?" Then I cut her off and say "hang on, we were followed. Hi Mollie." Mollie and Phil were sneaking behind us down the hallway to listen. There's a door right near by, so I open it.

The outside of the door is covered in a tropical kind of painting. There are big green leaves and parrots and tucans, all done in a cartoony style. I open it and it's a bathroom painted to go along with the door. The inside of the room is painted in all dark blues and greens and matching tile. Very small bathroom, but not cramped. I sit down on the lid of the toilet seat and pull her on to my lap. Now I ask her again to tell me what's wrong. We talk for a little bit, but what was said didn't make it to me waking up. I don't remember.

Then, things seem to fast forward. The next thing I know I'm hanging out at my apartment with Brian, Vega, Meg, my brother, and Beno. I'm laying on the floor, and most everyone else is sitting on the futon, or sitting on the floor around the coffe table. And I'm telling them about what Noel was upset about and asking their advice. I'm also mentioning the fictitious Mollie-makeout and suddenly realize she's probably here too. Then I look around and she's not. "Did she leave?" I ask. Everyone seems to think she left, but somehow I didn't notice.

There is a loud car horn from outside. It lasts a good four or five seconds. For some reason this triggers an irrational dream-leap-of-logic. I think that there could be zombies outside and that the long horn was some guy who died against his steering wheel and came back shortly after. I go to the door to have a look outside. Instead of the peephole we have in our real life there is a small window up at the top of the door. I stand up and see a scary-looking man out on the landing. I'm about to say that there really are zombies, but I don't get to it. Without warning or anything, and without seeing the man's weapon there is an enormous BANG and I feel an intense, sharp pain in the upper part of my chest. At the same time, the window splinters, but not like you would expect in reality. The spider web crack that formed wasn't contained by the window frame, but filled my vision and became a part of my vision. It was as if the lenses of my eyes were cracked and not the glass. I suddenly know I've been shot in the chest. All I know is an intense pain and the spatter of my blood is all over the door. I can't talk. I stagger back a bit and I hear Meg gasp in panic when she grasps what has just happened.

Then I wake up with a start.

After I woke up I realized that the sound of the BANG and the accompanying physical sensations in my chest were identical to the events of the car accident in December.