May 11, 2002

Age 21

This was a disturbing dream. I was walking with a friend of mine (Teryn B) to her car after we had just left a concert of some sort. Her car was parked very far away, and it took a long time to walk past the many (older 80's oldsmobile) cars to finally reach hers on a distant hill in a sea of cars. Once we arrived and were getting into her car, about five Hispanic carjackers attacked us and put us in the back seat. I began to fight the carjackers one by one. Strangely, they only seemed to defend themselves as I attacked each one, the car racing on. My movements were slowed down, like molasses as I grabbed a lead pipe from somewhere and began to beat one after another senseless. Upon reaching the last one, the driver, I smacked him in the mouth with the pipe, cutting his face terribly. This is when I awoke.