I was surrounded by a group of hit men, or assassins, the label I gave them in my dream.
I was wearing roller-blades, and racing through corridors that would continue to fork, forcing me to choose one way or the other.
I didn't have any weapons with me, so, instead I used imaginary weapons: my hand was a gun, and I would say "bang" whenever I shot someone. I would also pretend that I was throwing grenades.
The assassins kept chasing me, never hurting me, until I found a group of people with weapons.
They handed me a real weapon, a silver table knife. I realized that they were a group who put on mock fights with a gang inside a mall for entertainment. We started to fight the gang, and I threw my knife into the back of someone, but he just looked at me, unfazed.
I kept asking simple questions, but my friends got annoyed and said, "You ask the most oblivious questions."
I decided then that I wanted to fix my roller-blades. I took them to a store and told them to make them "much, much faster, and more control." I was eating little candy sugar-hearts while I was waiting.
After I got my roller-blades back, I went through another set of corridors, with my new friends with me, followed by the assassins. But, as it turned out, my new friends were actually assassins, trying to get me. I was much more in control with my new roller-blades.
As I was being chased, I started to fly, but I didn't want to, because roller-blading was faster and more fun.
I had trouble staying on the ground. I used my imaginary weapons again, but, this time, all the assassins were in wheelchairs, following me, with very disturbing looks on their faces.
I escaped out into a neighborhood by this mall. I knew that everyone was an assassin, and I couldn't find any place to hide. I flew up to the top of the mall, five stories, and tried to hide. Everyone told me to come back down.
I finally gave up, jumped off the building, and smacked into the ground, face-down.
Dream edited for easier reading - JT, 2005
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