The other night I had an intense one…<\/p>\n
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…<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
I booked. I ran and my eye caught a nearby payphone.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
I had to turn myself in.<\/p>\n
I had to turn myself in.<\/p>\n
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What am I turning myself in to…<\/p>\n
perhaps the hospital? We just returned home yesterday.<\/p>\n
Checking in…<\/p>\n
In waking life the energy of this dream manifested as a 102 degree fever in my 5 week old son Josiah.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
Interesting to now have come out from turning myself in and relive this dream on this precious group.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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 … Continue reading Turning Myself In<\/span>