Dream Log Entry 68

The power was out at night and there was gang violence in my neighborhood. Gang members were going into people’s houses and placing small boxy devices in strategic places on the floor. We thought the devices were bombs so we destroyed them with our shotgun. Later on I was in the basement looking for a good place to hide. Eventually my parents came home and told me the boxes were really recording devices. The dog kept interrupting us by biting me and jumping all over the place. This was his way of letting us know that he is old and about to die. A few minutes later his body disappeared and his lifeless head was all that remained. Then my dad threw his head across the room and blood splattered all over the floor. This made us very mad at him.