Normally I can feel when I’m going to have a particularly meaningful dream. I am often lethargic for no reason, yawning, and I get sick if I fight off sleep for a long amount of time. Today, I fought it for the entire day, and I went to a Hookah lounge to further relax and attempt to shake off whatever parasite was making me tired. I’m not skilled enough to recognize energy differences beyond “safe” and “unsafe”. So I couldn’t tell if it was personal tiredness or something else. Whatever the case when I got home I became so ill that I passed out nigh immediately.
I had many messages given to me…
The first one took place in a car. A truck, to be specific. It resembled my father’s, which I haven’t been in since I was a tiny thing incapable of drinking without a sippy cup.
I was in the passenger seat, and I can’t remember whether my seat belt was on or not. The car smelled remarkably clean, which wasn’t normal, considering my father was a dirty man. Though looking to my right, it made sense, as it wasn’t my Father driving, but the man I live with currently.
He and I were speaking, laughing, joking, but I’ve forgotten about what. The cars around us were zipping by at a quick pace, and I realized it was because he was driving too fast, and avoiding them as he went. At first I grew scared, as being in cars generally freaks me out a bit, but I acclimated as I realized he seemed to have control of the situation.
Then a car turned sideways ahead of us, and gunfire began. I’m not sure if this was some form of gang war that we got caught up in, or if the man beside me was the target. Either way, they didn’t want us there as they shot at us wildly. Someone pulled up beside us. He was very handsome; dark skin, bright eyes, a goatee, oh and also he was pointing a gun right at me. That was hot. [I’m lying…mostly]
The man to my right seemed to ignore this new threat, who drove in perfect sync with us, and slowly moved his gun passed me to point at my driver [who was moving to body block for me, and took a bullet in the rib] before turning it to shoot at the people ahead of us. He was on our side, but seemed pretty good at looking like he wasn’t. I was already debating on blocking his shot before he turned his gun. The fact that I had to debate it at all bothers me.
The fight seemed to end then, there wasn’t any gunfire anymore and all that was ahead of us was a stretch of road. The man with the gun was beside me now, and was very friendly with me. Too friendly. I was glad he helped us, but I was uncomfortable with his closeness. I looked to the driver, who seemed oblivious, so I asked if he was okay and he said thank you quite loudly. Was he waiting for me to ask? Looking at his rib I guess that would make sense. Though it didn’t seem to effect him much.
We wound up pulling up to an apartment complex, where I assume the other man lived. In that complex things become a bit blurry. I remember recieving a package I ordered, and I remember looking at the name of where I ordered it from in the dream…but forgetting it as soon as I woke up. Seems to be a pattern lately.
I thought the package was surprisingly early, as I’d ordered it that very day, but happily opened it anyway. Inside was an amulet of Azazel (I think) as well as a small letter, a larger sheet of paper, and a very large stack of money. Which I carefully separated and began to hide. Afraid that my driver would inevitably take it from me.
I didn’t get to take a good look at the amulet or read the papers, as I was distracted by small, pixie-sized kittens running around the room. I spent time collecting them and putting them in a hiding space - an easy bake oven style contraption - but I would become afraid they couldn’t breathe or would accidentally press the button so I’d rush to open the door and they’d all run out…and the process would start all over again.
I didn’t want to hurt the kittens. Quite the contrary, I wanted to protect them, but I didn’t know how to. I just knew that if others saw them, they’d be doomed. For some reason.
The home that we went to felt more like a foster home then anything. Time slowly changed, and I was walking down the road with a foster father who had passed away a few years ago. It was around this time that what others were saying while I was asleep was sinking into my dreams, so I didn’t really take too much said seriously. We were looking for food, and I remembered that some was left in a car parked far enough away from the farmers market. When we got to the car we decided we wanted McDonald’s, so we went back without the instant noodles. When we arrived there, I expressed that I didn’t want the woman (his wife) to know that I had money or take it from me. I would use her card, as my money was in her bank account anyway. Which made the previous statement confusing. He seemed fine with this logic, and we sat down to get food, but the woman arrived asking for the change I’d recieved. I told her that it was mine, as the money in her bank was mine, and she grew angry at this and stormed off. I told the man that I was reaching my breaking point with her, and he seemed upset…but not with me. More just sad for me.
The dream slowly ended after that.
I’d had both of these dreams while thinking of Azazel, and the amulet I recieved in the dream felt important to me. I wish I remembered the name of the website I’d gotten it from…