Three new dreams, in almost as many days. The oldest dream had me scheduling. I don't think I was at work. I remember it being difficult. It was with a computer app of some kind.
The second had Chandra as a child, and she was possessed. Because, why not? So many of my dreams have been of possession.
Last night, I was trying to cut through a field get to McDonald's. Paul was with me, and Chandra joined us. There was a maze of chain link fence on the property. And, as I navigated the maze, I decided to cut through a factory building. They tried to hire me. I declined and made good my escape. Once outside, I found myself on a range. There was a shooting competition going on. I saw plenty of familiar faces. I wanted to shoot. I had with me--by chance--a gun I owned in the dream (not in real life). It was a single action (bolt action) MP5 chambered in .223. I was begging to borrow ammo. I believe somebody pointed out that I could buy it at the counter. I recall signing up for a 300 yards competition. Good friggin' luck with open sights. Then, the dream took an erotic twist, as the shooter had to be engaged in intercourse with his penis in a vagina of a woman in the "doggy" position while shooting. What a way to shoot. I'm not sure what that all means.
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