I used to be at a shopping

I used to be at a shopping mall, a number of guests hopped into my car that one were required to put herself in the back the main hatchback area because all the other places or sitting areas were consumed. I drove a ways, wanted to know if we should go to a nightclub-restaurant, I desired a sandwich, and I kind of were feeling everyone else wanted to dance and consume, and perhaps were hungry also. Somehow we got off course, and I received onto a one-way street, together with thereafter, I got onto one following your other one-way streets, as if it was a suicide in the makings; i really felt I had to park the automobile to see how to get around this situation, and already I was with only one other person, that has been in the car, the rest must of always been in the car waiting, or something (in dreams you don't always get all the details, some are smudged by your subconscious, too hard to breath into your reality banks), and as we went through this walled section of houses, likened to a maze (I got the sensation I was the mouse caught in it), the so called friend spotted a stairway over beyond a ways-but a wall was blocking me from using it and I'd have to go around that wall to get to it, but it has been my way out... and I saw him or her climb it from a distance, then he vanished. It was a narrow stone staircase (and a man told me to be cautious as he went inside his abode-, be careful because there were many thieves about this area; at any rate, I was at a dead-end); then as I turn regarding, walked a few feet, perhaps twenty feet, straight ahead, I headed straight down a flight of steps down the stairway to go around the wall, in order to climb those stairs to wherever I figured was the way out regarding here, I had noticed one person drawing near me, and as I went down some more stairs to get on over to lack of of the wall, the man started coming those very same stairs in front of us; at the same time, the fellow I saw just before who told me to be careful, he was blocking the back side of the stairs, he even stepped down several stairs-I suppose to insure My spouse and i didn't escape, but as I discussed earlier there was no escape, it was the dead-end, now myself being in the particular middle-between these two characters, they each went inside their jacket pockets to pull something out (something I in no way saw) -the one in front associated with me, and the one in back of me personally, as I had looked over my side for an instant, were both in the process of pulling that something out, as well I pulled out my 36-revolver out of its sheath, pointing it within my jacket, as if it might be some sort of finger, extending my jacket to the outside, told them two guys to halt, back off I had a gun (and still web hosting and design I had not seen what that will something was they were about to yank out), but they didn't believe myself and each came a foot or maybe more closer almost on top of me, and I shot a hole through my jacket, and the one in front involving me dropped to his legs, the other one came down upon me-near on top of me but not pretty, not sure what he had time to do to me (but I kind of experienced he did something, tried some thing, in dreams sometimes the depths of the mind produces blind spots, blocks out the sloppy parts, tries to wipe them clean from your memory banks, fills them up with nothingness, or something much less, or a little more, but nothing the mindful mind cannot endure, it is mankind's safety valve you might say) nevertheless I shot a hole by him also, in his stomach, and he fell back.

I am not sure the actual one in back of me did-as I just find myself repeating myself, they did although have time to stab me, and perhaps he did, together with perchance I died there, afterwards, and then the date came about to my way of thinking, or out from within my fantasy mind-as if it was a flag waving in the dust, in consequence, the death-date came out: 9-2-2029; if you're asking how do I know it is a death-date, well, that's a good query: because a voice said it was, since it appeared out of that blind location I mentioned before, because that is the only thing my mind would accept, or perhaps my conscious would accept by my subconscious to replace reality designed for my mindful awareness, if that most of makes sense (and sometimes in dreams nothing makes sense, and sometimes everything is a warning, or an unwrapping of events to be, or Mr. Dying playing games, or Mr. Demon providing nightmares, but this was of course not nightmare, and sometimes in dreams, they are simply desires, wishes and fears all of the rolled up on top of one some other, on one stage to be played out, or perhaps cutups-who is to say? ).

And the guests in my car, given that I think of it, were strangers, straightforward strangers, no more than that, not one common face; perhaps their objective was to keep me company on my final ride or last hurrah, as well as the one who disappeared, perhaps escaped learning he better, I mean, maybe he was part of the dramatic, dreamatic, screenplay. And for the curious minded soul (such me), how did I result in on so many one-way streets to be able to where I couldn't turn the auto around. So Death, set up the trap, provided the means to entrap me, and brought me to my dooms date, -but why, great question?

I asked him, and he mentioned "I ran out of chains! inches (But I got the oddest experiencing, or call it a sensation, they wanted to add (but didn't for personal reasons): you're a feisty you, and won't come willingly, must tire you out someway initial. In any case, if there is any truth for this, and I doubt it, I have an alternative 20-years to live, and that's a bargain however you look at it. )

Zero: 479 ((9-25-2009) (from a dream))