The following is an actual dream included in my dream journal, and does not describe actual factsDream of: 27 December 1983 "The Suburbs"
Louise and I were living in a small home in the suburbs. While we were sleeping together late at night, Louise rose and began walking around. She woke me and I lay there for a while. Finally I rose and walked into the next room to see what she was doing. She was simply rambling around the house. It made me angry that she had awakened me in the middle of the night just to walk around the house.
She then became angry and suddenly began trying to hit me. She slung her fist at me and finally hit me in the face. That really made me angry and I doubled up my fist. I didn't hit her, but I pushed my fist against her face and pushed her back with it. She said, "All right. Thatís it."
She ran into the bedroom, began packing her things and said, "This is it. I'm leaving."
Finally I calmed her down, picked her up in my arms and carried her into the living room. As we were leaving the bedroom, she tried to turn off the light on the wall with her toe, but the light wouldn't go off. We left the light on, went into the living room and I put her down.
I then noticed someone standing on the outside of the screen door of the living room. A fellow and a girl who looked like teenagers were standing there, even though it was late at night. At first I thought they were the people next door who had come over to see what was going on between Louise and me. But I looked at them and I didn't recognize them. I asked Louise if she knew who they were and she said, "No."
The two people said they wanted to come in, that they had run out of gas and needed to use the phone. Then they demanded to be let in. I felt rather sorry for them, but said, "Well, no. I'm not going to let you in."
They began twisting the door handle on the screen door as if they were going to come in regardless of what I said. They pushed the screen back some, as if they were going to push the screen door down. I shut the main door, began trying to lock it and screamed to Louise, "Get the gun! Get the gun!"
Even though we didn't have a gun I wanted them to think we did. I kept trying, but couldn't lock the big door. I began feeling the handle turning on the door from the other side. Louise finally said, "I've got it! I've got the gun!"
But she really didn't have a gun. She began rattling some things which she hoped would sound like bullets.
I opened the door slightly to see if they were still outside. Instead of the fellow and the girl, three men were now standing there; one of them had a shotgun in his hand. He pointed it at me and said, "Open that door or I'm going to blow you both away."
He pointed the gun in Louise's direction and said, "And I'll blow her away."
I quickly slammed the door shut, fell down on my back and held the door closed with my feet. I thought if he shot through the door, the bullet would go over me. I told Louise to run out the back door and try to escape.
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