Dream Log: June 11, 2000 (idea) by ophie

three distinct dreams. all fairly awful:

there is a girl i work with named jill. she is dating an air force pilot. we were all hanging out drinking beer. suddenly he shot me in my left forearm. surprised, i asked what the fuck was up. he said that neither me nor jill would get out of there alive. we were being set up as the "bad guys" in some evil government conspiracy. he pointed a gun at me and i flinched, feeling sure he was going to kill me right then. someone quickly snapped a photograph of me cowering from the gun. this photograph was somehow evidence of my guilt and would be plastered on the front page of all the newspapers. he explained that it would brand me as a traitor and a coward.