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weird dream
Sep. 16th, 2003 09:20 amI dreamt that I was at a casino with my mom, some rich woman, some rich men, and Madonna. What happened was that in the middle of the night Madonna got shot, and then for the rest of dream I was going back in time trying to stop it (like groundhog day). Over the course of this, I discovered that the rich woman wasn't really rich as she had wasted all her money gambling, and all her jewelry was fake!
Eventually it came to be about time that the murderer was going to come. My mom and I were scared, because we knew he was coming, so we packed our stuff up and ran away in this old car. It turns out that somehow our not being there meant that Madonna didn't get killed (she still got shot, but she didn't die).
Meanwhile we were driving all over trying to get home because apparently we were very far from home. There was a fair-type thing going on at my orthodontist (Dr. Tsutsui)'s office, except it wasn't an orthodontist's office, it was a church, and he was a pastor. My mom started trying to tell me that she thought Dr. Tsutsui was "a native" because he had brown hair and brown eyes like "Hispanics" do. For a while I looked at him and thought maybe she was right, but then I said to her "But he's Japanese!" and she was like "Oh, okay."
Dr. Tsutsui was wearing weird hippie clothes and the whole little fair was kind of odd. Anyway, eventually we got home and I ran to the computer to check CNN to see if Madonna was still alive. I saw a headline buried after bigger but more irrelevant headlines that said "Madonna in critical condition" and I was like, "Yes! She's not dead!" My dad asked what was going on but when I tried to explain, he didn't get it and I just got annoyed. Then my mom started telling him that Dr. Tsutsui was Mexican, and that's all I remember.
Eventually it came to be about time that the murderer was going to come. My mom and I were scared, because we knew he was coming, so we packed our stuff up and ran away in this old car. It turns out that somehow our not being there meant that Madonna didn't get killed (she still got shot, but she didn't die).
Meanwhile we were driving all over trying to get home because apparently we were very far from home. There was a fair-type thing going on at my orthodontist (Dr. Tsutsui)'s office, except it wasn't an orthodontist's office, it was a church, and he was a pastor. My mom started trying to tell me that she thought Dr. Tsutsui was "a native" because he had brown hair and brown eyes like "Hispanics" do. For a while I looked at him and thought maybe she was right, but then I said to her "But he's Japanese!" and she was like "Oh, okay."
Dr. Tsutsui was wearing weird hippie clothes and the whole little fair was kind of odd. Anyway, eventually we got home and I ran to the computer to check CNN to see if Madonna was still alive. I saw a headline buried after bigger but more irrelevant headlines that said "Madonna in critical condition" and I was like, "Yes! She's not dead!" My dad asked what was going on but when I tried to explain, he didn't get it and I just got annoyed. Then my mom started telling him that Dr. Tsutsui was Mexican, and that's all I remember.
