January 18, 2000

Age 18

I remembered this dream well when I woke up, but by the time I remembered it again to write it down (2:15 PM), most of it has vanished from my mind. I was driving around with a good friend of mine (Teryn). We seemed to be talking about something, probably her recent breakup with her boyfriend. I was driving, but we seemed to be in an old, big pickup, and I remember we were driving through a city at dusk. There were concrete walls to my right as we were driving.

Whatever we were talking about seemed to get out of hand. We both got angry - not at each other, but about what we were talking about. I remember large, looming dark forms driving in two cars behind us were soon chasing us. It seemed very surreal, and I felt panicked the entire dream. My friend then took a large handgun out of my glove box as we were panicking, and we decided to commit suicide together. She asked me to pull the trigger, so I did. The imagery of all of this was incredibly realistic. I then let go of the steering wheel, pointed the gun on my forehead, and pulled the trigger. As I quickly died, I could see myself slump down from my friend's point of view.

Of course, this is an incredibly disturbing dream to me. I can usually see some sort of motivation behind my dreams; but I cannot find any for this one.