22 Mar 2025
Dream
My roommate Meghan came home with a red face, wide eyes, and wcting weird. She seemed delirious and out of it. We went to a class we have together in real life and it was the last class. My professor had expected us to read something and write a paper on it, which I hadn’t, but it didn’t matter. I had some contempt for the professor and I unfortunately also do in real life. I don’t take her seriously. When I spoke to her at the end of class, I had a doll version of another classmate Izze. I’d done her hair differently than Izze was wearing it in real life, but Izze recognized her doll and said “hey that’s my doll!” She was flattered. I was going to ask if she liked how I did her hair but I don’t think I did. Izze moved on and I felt stupid and awkward for having this doll of her. Back to Meghan being sick, she was still acting weird and I was encouraging her to go to the emergency room. I said I’d drive her there to save money and she told me she’d left her wallet with her friends. I had to go get it so the hospital folks could identify her, so I went to a big crowded place that looked like a food court. It was super loud. Her friends had apparently been studying there. I went up and down stairs into different levels of a basement, all crowded with folks sitting and eating and talking, and eventually I found her friends. I didn’t look at them directly but I sensed her real life friends Sarah and Chase, among others, were there. I found her wallet on a ledge along with a few other things that belonged to her, but I only grabbed the wallet. Meghan told me to download the “Narcan app” to communicate with her, it had a messaging feature, but once out of her presence I downloaded the wrong app because it only had 12 reviews and a bunch of ads as soon as I opened it. I don’t know why I couldn’t just text her as normal. When I got home I was in an upstairs room and she was even sicker. She was sleeping and was not eating. I encouraged her to drink water since she was having stomach issues (she is having stomach issues in real life too), but she was still confused and her skin was flushed. She disappeared somehow very quickly as I kept trying to call 911, initially accidentally calling 799 and 791. Shortly after this people with guns were stalking this space, they appeared outside dark windows as it was nighttime, and I knew they were here to rob us. The space turned into my sister Ruby and brother-in-law Jackson’s apartment, a combination of the upper floors which had a living room and their bedroom. Ruby had a long range gun loaded, some kind of musket, and we were all wrangling three dogs into a bedroom: their dog Duncan, my parents’ dog Minnie, and a third unknown dog. At some point some of the robbers were outside dancing, they looked like young Black kids, and someone, I think Jackson, shot at them. I don’t really remember or understand this part of the dream. Then, two adults came bounding in downstairs and I knew they were looking around our space for what to steal. Ruby, Jackson and I were upstairs and ready to fire. I was on the phone with 911 telling them to hurry but I ended up with the gun. I saw a white woman about my age come up the stairs, I held my gun up unconsciously, she did the same, then Jackson had me point it down, and the woman did too. She seemed haughty and suspicious but I didn’t hate her. I didn’t hate her even as she came to rob us. She had very long straight brown hair with a side part, and wore a tattered white dress and combat boots. She was good-looking. Her male partner appeared near her, shirtless with tanned skin and heavy tattoos, he had curly dark, greying hair and Ruby had her gun trained on him, she was going to deal with him. I only saw this man’s back, he never faced me. My gun had a hook feature like a fishing line, so I shot that at her as a way to pull her towards me and shoot her. Once I cast the line, the target would get pulled in slowly and eventually shot without my doing. Jackson was cautioning me about this, but the lady laughed when the hook got her and came forward with a lot of snark and self-importance. The hook was some sort of trick on her and she thought it wasn’t serious and she still had the upper hand. The gun shot her and she died. There was no blood. Ruby was fighting her male partner the same way but was also scared of using the hook feature of her gun, perhaps because of Jackson. Since it had worked so well for me, I wanted her to use it. As stressful and disturbing as all of this sounds, I was relatively at ease in the dream except for a few anxious moments. Ruby did shoot the fishing line, but ripped it away before it could work. The robber woman I’d killed became a ghost quickly and I chatted with her casually. She looked like a different woman now, still white but short and rounder-featured, with blue eyes and thick blue eyeliner on just her upper lid. She wore authentic 2000s clothes (not Y2K) like tight low rise light blue flared jeans, a dark long sleeve shirt, and a short sleeve graphic shirt on top. Her hair was an odd length as if she was growing out a haircut, it was super thin and straight, shoulder-length except for a chunk that went to her ears, like former bangs. Her hair was orange ish yellow, originally a light brown that she had bleached and highlighted. She had piercings in her cheek dimples. She spoke with a high, really sweet and cute voice, it was her natural voice and sounded like an adult woman but it was super cute. She explained her plan with her male partner but I didn’t really listen. I was looking at her lips and mannerisms. I told her that had she been on a dating app I would’ve swiped right on her—I found her really attractive. She was flattered but did not reciprocate. She said she didn’t regret trying to rob us and mentioned her boyfriend. I was still thinking about how I found her attractive even though she was kind of goofy, clearly from the early 2000s given her style and was not super feminine or masculine or really anything. I had this distinct sense she was from a different world, less educated and “realer” than me, she was lower class and had different priorities and interests and worldviews. Around the time she mentioned her boyfriend, I woke up. I still remember the shape of her mouth, her dimple piercings, and her eyes, as well as her voice, and just paying a lot of attention to her.
