The following blog is the way that I described my dream, immediately after I woke up so the story jumps back and forth alot, very similarly to the way the dream actually played out in my mind.
The people present in the dream were Me, my boyfriend Weston, our good friends Adam and Emily, my boss Kathy, and my Mom.
We were all headed somewhere special, somewhere we thought was important. My boss kept trying to park in a non-parking spot. I was barefoot and and there was glass on the ground, brown and broken glass. The food was good, unhealthy but good, it was a popular joint. On our way out it seemed like it was 21st Street in Hillsboro Village but in East Nashville.
A man walked in front of the car in front of me and asked for something, when he didn't get what he asked for he shot the man in the car in front of me. I leaned back in my seat and tried to speed off and run over the shooter but my car was never in the right gear so I was slowly trying to run over an armed lunatic. Needless to say, I was terrified at this moment but I finally got away and told a police office at Toomer's Corner, the cop didn't care.
Then Weston and I pulled over the car to trade pants, it felt scary and dangerous and we were trying to hurry.
I also kept moving stuff around onstage, I had too much junk onstage because I was getting all the extra crap from this bar/lake house type of building. Mom was helping me.
We kept getting out of line at the restaurant.
When we played, everyone listened.
The last thing that happened was the man getting killed and Weston and I changing/trading pants on the side of a creepy, wooded road. We also kept misplacing our stuff and had to go back and forth.
I met the lady at work who parks behind me.
Woke up all delusional about the time, I think the journal threw me off.
People were impressed that I was barefoot on brown broken glass but I didn't seem to care at all.
Adam and Emily were there, so was Kathy, Mom, and Weston and 2 people who I don't know but they wanted to be my friend, all the girls did, it was odd.
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