I love dreaming. I don't really have many dreams, so I really appreciate the liberation of my creativity that comes from dreaming. Even bad dreams I'm anxious to get back to because they're a wonderful narrative beyond the bounds of my own reality.Except last night I had one of the rare dreams in which I wake up and am glad to realize it was a dream.I was in a parking lot, presumably with the other cast members of Joseph because I was talking to my friend Jeanine. (kinky_carpet's mom.) Suddenly, a blonde-haired gunman resembling Jason Hervey (Wayne from The Wonder Years) opened fire on our crowd. I was in the line of fire, but I did a terrible thing; I swung Jeanine around so that a volley of bullets went right into her back. Yes, I used my friend as a human shield. I immediately felt a massive amount of guilt, and commandeered a Pontiac Sunbird from some cheerleaders in order to take Jeanine to the hospital.The car was about the biggest piece of trash ever, and couldn't go over 70. I kept asking Jeanine, sprawled out and bleeding in the back seat, if she was okay. She seemed to be, but I was convinced if I didn't keep her conscious she was going to die right there in the cheerleader's back seat.We finally arrived at the hospital, only to find a line for the emergency room. They handed me this little card to fill out with all the vitals they needed to know about Jeanine, except I didn't know any of them. The other people waiting for the emergency room had things like broken arms and the flu. I kept screaming, GUN SHOT VICTIM! GUN SHOT VICTIM! But none of the hospital employees seemed to care that my friend was dying right there in my arms. I remember feeling the greasy wetness of blood all over my body.Then I woke up.I am terrible at analyzing dreams, and usually think they are not as symbolic as people want them to be, but I am quite sure there is some massive amount of meaning in this one. So won't you tell poor old Pharaoh what this dream means?
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