This morning I had the 911 dream again.
This time I was in Boston (?). I was in a car with a guy who I think was my prisoner. In the next car (we were in a parking lot) there was a man who looked passed out in the front seat. I said to my prisoner “I’m going to get help. If you leave here I will KILL you. Please don’t fuck me.” I have no idea why I had a prisoner in the first place. I wasn’t a cop in my dream so your guess is as good as mine.
I go into the courthouse and walk to the cafeteria. I cut everyone in line and say to the person behind the counter “can you please call 911.” I don’t remember the response. Then I ask the guard who’s standing next to the counter to call 911 and he gives me a hard time. I start yelling at him that it’s his job to help but he blows me off. Then I walk away and see my uncle who’s a firefighter. He’s with his wife and a bunch of kids, one being the son of an aunt on the other side of my family. I ask him and his wife for help but they ignore me (that happens in real life too. I think that’s why they were in my dream.)
I make my way to the back of the caf and see a bank of payphones. I call 911. I talk to the operator but nothing happens. I give up and go back outside to find the man has woken up (or maybe changed persons, I don’t know) and has dismantled his car. He doesn’t know I’m an officer (or whatever I was) so I play it cool. Then he figures it out and tries to run. I go after him and twist his arm so tight I break it off. I think I used my teeth too. I’m now holding part of his arm, which look like a dolls, and yelling at the fire department who has miraculously appeared to help me and the man.
Then I wake up.
Weird this is the whole thing is fuzzy but still I gave a lot of detail.
