I killed Holloway

accidentally.  I had a very odd group of dreams this morning.  First I was in some building with people and there were these basketball players around.  I can’t honestly say who they were, as I am really bad about keeping people’s names and faces straight, but they were all former uconn players currently playing in the WNBA.  I remember one had a Houston shirt on.  We chatted about basketball.  Something I said made one of the women go over to her stuff and get a book out.  Unfortunately I don’t remember what that was about.

At some point Carrie got upset, thinking I was trying to hit on someone…I don’t know.  But I wasn’t, and it was just a wierd misunderstanding having to do with my own behavioral ticks around new people.

Another part of the dream involved us getting stuck in a meeting with people we lived with, maybe?  Most of the people were old, there was one asian woman about our age, and maybe a kid.  They wanted to have a meeting, but I’m like, we have to leave or I’ll be late for work.  It was just bizarre, mostly addressing things not getting done in the house.  Except I was the one person doing dishes at least, so I didn’t want to waste my time listening to the argument.

One random snippet was going in this room, which ended up being a race track.  And someone in there had my kid, or a kid I knew well, in there.  She was a very small baby, a few months old, but having a blast!  Just laughing and smiling.  So while I was concerned for her ears, she was having fun and it wasn’t unbearable loud.  And someone else said, it doesn’t matter anyway, her mom or my mom has ear troubles.  Except I don’t believe in anyone automatically inheriting issues, so that annoyed me.  I think we took some sort of precaution, though I don’t know what it was.  But she was very cute. 

Then things got truly bizarre.  I think all that was there was myself, Holloway, Carrie I think, and a Gunny who was Holloway’s friend.  I don’t remember how it actually happened, but two guys ended up on this false floor, that dropped into a whole basement area, slowly.  We grabbed rifles as fast as we could, though some had barrels off (why?!) and it took a little time.  Then we just started shooting into the hole, but off the edges so we wouldn’t hit the guys.  Eventually we went down the hole, I guess, because we were down there fighting.  We were clearly in the middle east, though I wouldn’t begin to guess beyond that.  For some reason the rifle doesn’t aim well, so for a while I aim too low, which means burning through more ammo than I mean to.  We systematically work our way through the place.  Going into the next room, there are people on hospital beds.  I had long lost track of where everyone was, because there wasn’t time to stop and check.  I tried to convince the people in there to surrender, because I didn’t want to kill anyone else.  The nurse would only put one hand up, and reached for a hand gun under a mattress, so I had to shoot her.  However, by then, the noise that went with the gun, and much of the kick, was gone from the dream.  It was very surreal, and there was no blood, ever.

So I make my way to the end of the room, and behind a curtain there are people putting stuff on bodies.  I can see that the person on the stretcher is Holloway, even though there’s a sheet covering all but the top of her head.  I make them put it down, and I take off the sheet.  They’d put all this bizarre jewelry on her, which may have been a custom or something.  But I just started ripping it off, because that wasn’t what my friend would want.  At that point the others had found me, I think, and tried to stop me, probably because they thought she was dead, as did I.  I mean, half of her was very ashy grey.  But then she grabs my shirt and pulls me in closer.  She’s clearly not dead (unless she’s a zombie hehe) and is freaking out because she’s really hurt.  She was shot above the right eyebrow, and she was having trouble talking and feeling things on the right side.  The left side of her body was more grey.  And then I said I’m sorry I shot you.  Yet neither of us seemed to make a big deal out of it.  The gun wasn’t aiming properly, and it was an accident.  So I tried to keep her calm, and the dream just ended, probably due to my alarm clock.  So I guess I don’t know if I actually killed her, but I certainly shot her.  But I got all of the wierd blue jewelry and glasses off her, so she didn’t look so bizarre (imagine elton john jeweled glasses, that gaudy!).  And I have no clue how I was so calm about it all.  I may have been in shock, because I was upset on some level, but I just didn’t freak out yet.  Boy am I glad my dreams aren’t prophetic!