another farked up dream

[juldea]

I remember (amateurishly) investigating my foster-father's death. One thing I did was get on his computer, and because I'm a l33t hax00r, managed to crack into his personal files and read them. There was some kind of code word I found somewhere, perhaps a user name or password, that I then kept in mind while looking for clues elsewhere. At some point I was talking to his girlfriend and she let that word slip, and I immediately became suspicious (although she had no clue I was onto her). I believe I later went to the crime scene and found one of her hairs, too.

I returned to his computer, with a friend sitting next to me (it was in some kind of computer lab, only his computer was special and no one used it - except for me, but I was his adopted daughter, so it's okay). We were mudding while I logged on with the special username and password. While we were doing so, the evil girlfriend showed up. She asked if she could use the computer I was on for a moment. I was nervous, but said okay and got up. She went to change logins and saw that I was on the special secret one. She got very curious and asked me how I had logged in under that name. I don't remember what my non-committal answer was. She then asked me, very casually, where I was going (I was making motions to leave). I didn't know. She said, "But you're sure you won't make it past the mountains before I need you?" and I assured her, yes, there was no way I was making it past the mountains. She then smiled very cruelly and turned around to use the computer. Obviously I was about to be killed or framed, so I made a run for it.

I ran outside and down the street, across a parking lot. I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket and called my mom while I ran for dear life.

"Hello?"
"Mom, I'm going to be arrested, but the lady did it."
"What?"
"I'm going to be arrested. Mom, I don't have much time. Just remember the lady did it. Please."
There was much of this. My mom, understandably enough, wanted answers, and I didn't have time to give them. I hung up.

...and I ran towards a large mansion that I realized could save my skin. I ran up to the side door and pounded on it. A woman answered the door and recognized me as Mr-whatever's daughter. I said I needed to see the Lady of the house right away.

"Well, the Queen Mother is in her parlor, let me go prepare her for your visit."

I was impatient but said okay. I waited a bit, and then this lady came back and took me into the parlor.

"As you can see, however, she's quite dead."

There was a large, ornate casket sitting in the middle of the room. I realized the maid I was talking to was a total crackpot. But still I asked her if the current Queen, the daughter of the dead one, was available.

"Oh yes, let me take you to her."

So I followed the crazy maid to another room, where a young girl in fancy dresses was standing. The maid went up to talk to her, and she seemed happy to talk to someone near her own age. I curtsied as was proper and followed her into a sitting room, where I also let her sit first (go me). Then I told her what was up - I was Mr. Whoever's (he DID have a name, I just don't remember it) foster daughter, he had been killed, and I knew that his mistress had done it. Upon naming her, both the maid and the new Queen reacted ecstatically - apparently she was some kind of evil usurper to the throne that needed to be finally caught on something, and I had the evidence.

Then the dream broke, and I was walking home along the highway. Actually, technically, I was in the median looking for a break in traffic to cross over. I found it and began walking. I was startled by the sound of someone behind me, but when I turned it was just a jogger. She slowed down to walk with me a bit.

Then, we heard a huge explosion, and ahead of us a ways on the other side of the road there was a small mushroom cloud (small for a mushroom cloud, at least, still huge) and we saw a building slowly crumble. We looked at each other fearfully, wondering what was going on. We tried to assure each other that it was just a building being demolished, but it didn't look like it. We covered the ground between us and the building way too quickly, and sure enough milling around its base were whatever my subconscious identifies as Arabic terrorists, complete with guns and other scary things.

My walking partner and I ducked behind a stone railing; somehow we had walked nearly into the mess, and were in prime position to be fired upon. She somehow pulled a weapon out of nowhere and started shooting back, which scared me to death. My best option was to surrender and hope I didn't get raped/killed, and being near someone who was shooting back would hinder that position. Some of the men headed our way, and at one point I saw a gun pointed at my head and closed my eyes and made my peace. I wasn't shot, however. I had suddenly in this dream become pregnant, and I guess these men had qualms about shooting me because of it.

My 'friend' had thrown away her gun, and began offering money if we got home safely. The majority of the men refused this and left two guys to guard us, but they claimed to be interested in the money and we snuck out. My friend and I were separated and I returned home, trying to walk casually and not draw attention to myself even though I was being escorted by a gun-toting man. We got to my door and I gave him a wad of bills from my pocket - something like a ten, a five, and a couple of ones. He didn't like this assortment and started to look violent, so I gave him an extra five and ten I found and he grinned evilly and backed off. I entered my apartment and closed and deadbolted the doors, and lowered the blinds on the windows. Not like that would do anything, but I felt safer.

Then I curled up on my bed and tried to comfort myself that the world had once again turned upside down on me. I thought about how Jim would be walking home from work in a few hours, and would he be shot and killed? What would I do if he didn't make it home?

Slowly the image of me curled up on my dream-bed merged into wakefulness with me curled up on my real bed, but it wasn't until I was fully awake that I realized: that was all a dream. No buildings in Boston have exploded, no terrorists with guns are on the streets, and Jim will make it home safely.

What a weird- and sucky-ass dream to have. My mood today will be just great, I'm sure.