Lives innertwimed

Date: 6/24/2018

I had a dream that I was going to a party. As I walked down the hall to change my mom was in her bedroom crying. She asked if I remembered Debbie Dembrowski. Told her yes; she was a former classmate. She the proceeded to tell me that she had killed herself. And how she was some how mysteriously related to me through my moms adopted brother. Then at this party I see a coworker who is really upset. Come to find out over the same girl whom she is connect with by relation. Then this guy dressed in a uniform of the revolutionary war came up to me and got into my face and asked why my husband was such a tight wade kind of guy. Not knowing what he was talking about I just tell him I don’t know. My husband and I head to this one room cabin to talk. Then why on the porch of this cabin a young man we know comes and ask for a day off. Told him to ask my husband. He proceeds to go into the cabin. I follow. While in there you can hear a group of people dressed in the revolutionary party apparel come calling for the guy who got in my face. I can here them calling his name (though that escapes me now. But Paul comes to mind. But not Revere). It’s like a mob of people who want to do him harm. I close the door and pull the curtain. They’re calling in. Breaking windows and wanting to shoot inside the cabin at a person who is not there. I tell the young man who is with us to get away from the window before he gets hurt. I look out side an a man with an insane expression is waving his gun and pink sparkles are flying out of it.