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December 24, 2009

MAN SHOOTS ME IN VAN

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DREAM TOPICS:..BEING SHOT; FAMOUS
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[NOTE:..Realness Factor (RF) refers to how realistic or vivid the dream action felt and a high level of emotion and sensory elements involved. Highest rating is normally 10. Ratings higher than 9.9 suggest the "dream" was felt to be actual events taking place on some physical, astral or spiritual level.]
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Friday, May 15, 2009—a
12:36 AM appx.
RF AVG= 9.73
—SEG. 1 RF 9.98 —Participating
—SEG. 2 RF 9.95 —Participating & Observing
—SEG. 3 RF 9.25 —Observing
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SUMMARY
I'm with a group of people who are shot.
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DREAM ACCOUNT
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Segment 1
It's daytime and I'm sitting in what appears to be the back of a van with large clear, clean windows. I'm sitting cross-legged (back to dream screen) and a man is sitting to my left out of view. Only the leg of his blue denim jeans are seen. There is at least one person on my right. We were all sitting side by side except for a black man who is kneeling in front of me to the left. He pulls out a gun. I notice a ring on his finger. He doesn't seem very angry or agitated but he demands us to do something and we comply. I don't feel that there is anything I have he wants and he knows that. It is like I'm in the wrong place at the wrong time. I'm about to be caught in a crossfire so to speak. He starts to fire his gun and shoots the person on my left several times then shoots me. I don't remember when he shot the person on my right. I don't feel the bullets but seem to know they enter the left side of my body. My left arm is raised and fully extended, and I feel a thick liquid—I consider to be blood (mine or someone else's?) dripping from my left middle or index fingers. For some time I feel the "blood" dripping.
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Segment 2
It's still daytime (bright but not sunny). I feel myself to be a famous female—Beyonce[1] or Halle Berry. I'm lying on my back on something—not the ground. Perhaps it's a stretcher or maybe I'm still in the back of the van. Standing before me is my boyfriend, actor Robert Ri'chard[2]. I can't move. I can see I'm wearing light gray with a two inch band of yellow down the center of the blouse. He looks sad and lifts my head to his chest and holds me. I'm crying. I know that he is a drug dealer. I love him very much but fear I am going to die. We have a conversation but it is forgotten.
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Segment 3
Now I'm seeing a neighborhood or two. The highlight of this part of the dream is that my boyfriend has a very expensive car.[3] While he is holding me I see over his right? shoulder, his car parked at the curb[4].
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NOTES
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[1]..lead singer of Destiny's Child
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[2]..from Feast of the Saints
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[3]
chocolate brown with a light brown? fabric roof—looks a lot like a stream-lined Lincoln Continental. It is so handsome.
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[4]
Later in the dream, I see it on the left side of an intersection on the right. Maybe at another place.
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Copyright..Rene Isaiah / Penny Manning..2009
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