8/22/10
I was in a house that had turned into the grounds for a shootout. Everyone inside had a handgun and was firing out of windows and doors towards a crowd of rivals in the front of the house shooting back towards us. I ducked behind coaches and fled to the sub-basement which had a door to the backyard. In awkward juxtaposition next to the house in total war that I just fled from was a soccer game, with a large fence on the opposite side separating the large roaring crowd of fans. No one seemed to noticed the shootout directly in their view. The crowd was color coded with every color of the rainbow. The soccer teams were bright in uniforms of yellow, green, orange and blue. I ran behind the game to the fence in order to try to escape in the crowd, but the fence the blocked the fans was 10 feet high with barbed wire on top. I had no choice but to run through the soccer game in order to get to the crowd entrance on the opposite side. Once in the bleachers I dove behind a vertical row of orange shirted individuals. Everyone in the crowd was also color coded with the rainbow, and every vertical row (individual directly behind another individual) matched in hue and color. I must have been wearing orange. While sitting there I saw an old friend, Kathleen, directly next to me. She was happy to see me and was completely oblivious to the fact that I was in distress. She offered to give me a ride home. While driving through the city (Chicago?) she passed by a friend in another vehicle who was her child's photographer. He asked her if she figured out a backdrop color for her daughter's school pictures yet? She said she wanted a pinkish red. He looked at her as if he had no idea what that was, nor had he ever seen the color red or pink before. Kathleen than told him to wait there, as she drove us next to a department store so that she could by an item with the color she wanted to give her photographer as an example. I waited in the lobby of the store for what seemed like years, playing with her two very large dogs, one fat black lab and a smaller brown mutt. When Kathleen finally returned, she drove me home. Although, it was not my home anymore. Apparently I was moving somewhere at least 40 minutes away (for some reason this number stood out in my dream) and there was nothing left in my apartment except for me and my cat. I realized at this point that I had no way to transport my cat to my new home because I didn't have a cat carrier.
I think my whole dream was to remind me to get a cat carrier because we currently don't have one for Baron, the old one broke. : )
