...we were in a building

and it seems like it was

a basement. I didn't

recognize the people I

was with. They all

seemed to be getting

guns. I was handed a

machine pistol I couldn't

tell if it was loaded and

I couldn't open the

chamber, so I pointed it

out the window and

pulled the trigger...

 

 

 

 

 

 

..what I see is blurry and

dark like standing in the

fog knowing there is

something out there. But

not knowing where to

turn or to move to...

 

Excerpts from dream journal entries - Jeff kunzelman