The other night I had an intense one…

I was hanging out with this guy, kind of the letterman jock testosterone archetype. He was driven and strong and unstoppable, and I thought he was pretty cool, though I guess I didn’t know him that well…

The next thing I know, there is this girl picking up on him. She’s flirting and smiling and on and on. So he says, let’s go on a trip, and opens a waiting yellow school bus climbing into the captains seat.

This young hottie is elated and before she climbs aboard this jock says, “Hey, Oren, bring me the cooler and my knife, this dial is stuck.” I bring him what he asks without a thought or at least just focusing on where on earth are we going for a trip for him and this girl.

Then she boards the bus and is stabbed to death by the man. My mind kind of rubberized the image as though he were mauling a rubber chicked suited mascot shaped like the girl, but the symbolism, the emotions, the shock were all there.

I screamed and ran away to the hills where I was doing research on animal pancreatic hormones. I got to my facility and there were two small white boxes of hormone supplies. They looked like from a different world then the chaos I stepped into.

Just then my former friend pulls up in his pickup. I tried to hide from him but it was too late. He pinned me in my driveway with his truck and I ran in front of his bumper, knowing that he could easily run me over at that moment which he didn’t.

I booked. I ran and my eye caught a nearby payphone.

I tried to call 911 but he was coming too close so I ran again until I reached an apartment building and randomly jumped into a window spiderman style. An old man within was shocked but I explained that I needed to call 911.

Then it hit me. I needed to turn myself in as the only way I’d be safe. Technically I was an accomplice to murder and would be thoroughly interogatted but it was the only way.

I had to turn myself in.

I had to turn myself in.

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Update on August 1st 2005

What am I turning myself in to…

perhaps the hospital? We just returned home yesterday.

Checking in…

In waking life the energy of this dream manifested as a 102 degree fever in my 5 week old son Josiah.

We monitored him at home on this day then the next morning the fever broke but we still called the pediatrician who promptly admitted us to the hospital for a 48hour vacation of septic screening.

It was a difficult two days of turning myself in and negotiating with medical staff. I was adamant that no antibiotics be given until the test results were read. They were all negative, thank goodness, so we made out without too much intervention.

Interesting to now have come out from turning myself in and relive this dream on this precious group.