I had this dream that my biological mother was at my house, in my garage (which is like our "bar" with a section that is closed off by hung up carpet which contains tools and such). I was in the house and my father was yelling at me about her being here so I went out into the garage to check on her. She had made her way to the closed off section which she is not allowed to be in. I walked up the entrance and just before she was about to make her way through I hit the carpet, which scared the shit out of her. She came through and acted all scared and like it was some funny joke. I scolded her for being where she wasn't supposed to be and she made a lot of nonsensical excuses as she tends to do.
I sit down and she's standing in front of me and a few feet to my right and we were arguing about random shit when suddenly she pulls out a .44 Magnum. I ask her what the hell she plans to do with that and she just says, "You'll see" as she points it at me. She shoots me three times, twice in the side of my chest and once in the neck. I was so shocked, even in the dream, that I didn't notice where she went. She was just gone.
By the miracle of dreams, I did not die and instead had three gun shot wounds, four counting the exit wound from my neck. I was, of course, in extreme discomfort; I could not breathe or speak for most of the dream. My father started to yell at me, acting as though I was an utter inconvenience and took his time getting ready to take me to the hospital. He made some excuse about how the doctor had to do some research before he could see me. I remember him saying some shit about how DEI should be dealing with this and not him, even though DEI was obviously not here to deal with it.
Eventually I got sick of waiting and I went to a bar and ordered a Captain and Coke and called Dabison and bitched about how much of an asshole my father is and that it's not my fault my mother shot me. Everyone in the bar was listening to my conversation and could obviously see the gunshot wounds, however no one said anything to me about it. It wasn't out of spite, they all looked sad and like it just wasn't their place. My father showed up and says, "I knew I'd find you here. Let's go. Now." A girl in the bar said something to him about having some compassion and we left.
As we got to the hospital my dad made another comment about DEI and how he's probably there somewhere. He points to a bus stop that we had passed and said, "I think that's him there, actually." I turn and look and from behind it looked just like him so I walked around to see but it was not. My dad seemed pissed about that, too. We make it to the financing office and suddenly DEI does show up. Naturally, after he was there everything was better. He made sure I was taken care of and the bill was paid and obviously didn't yell at me like my dad did.
And then I woke up.
Yeah.
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