Cinema Bully

I am alone and seem to be myself as I am now. I drive my car and park in the front parking lot of the cinema. I go in and go into this very wide theatre. There are already many people here. I sit like ten or so rows from the back, in the middle of the row. There is more than enough feet room (space between rows of chairs.
The movie has started, someone sits right next to me. Nobody is next to me on my right side, but this guy sits on my left. As the movie is playing, he would every once in awhile talk to me. He is blond. He is not nice.
But average bully, really. Nothing I have not heard before. Easy hits. So I am not too hurt by it. It is more annoying than painful. I ask if he is a Christian and he says he is and starts to quote something from Romans.
There are a lot of kids here, mainly male. At the end of the movie, they are all over the place being rambunctious. The ushers are trying to get order again but they are also passing out stickers that have a magnet backing on a white paper backing. It is about the size and shape of a postcard, the sticker kind of slides off the flat black magnet. It is a scene from the movie with words on it. It is actually pretty neat. It has cut off corners. It has a white triangle pointing down with the corners cut off as well. But I cannot make out the title of the movie or what the picture is of, but it looks detailed, on land with lots of pieces on it. Complicated, beautiful. Sci-fi? Western?
I have trouble finding things and get lost then find my seat again when the bully is still sitting there says something to me. SO I grab my stuff. He follows me out. See, I started to go out the wrong way, but then going the right way I find him again. He calls me shrimp. But then I see a friend of mine. He says I'm cool. The bully looks totally flabbergasted!

Trying To Fix Time Only Makes Things More Complicated

My through-point of experience in this dream is a woman this time. Someone like Amanda Tapping = Stargate SG1, Sanctuary, Supernatural -- apparently she only plays in TV shows that start with an "S" ;-) I was watching her, I think also WAS her. Sometimes I saw through her eyes, sometimes like a 3rd person perspective.

I am distraught. I am in a corner, screaming and crying. There is rubble here, there are fires here, there are dead bodies here. Is everyone dead? Is the whole world lost? This cannot stand! I have to find a way to fix this, but not here. I have to get out of here and now ... ALL heres and nows. I can fix this, this cannot stand.

*scene change*

I am on a beach with many other people, I am with three others, specifically. The sun is in my eyes bouncing off the water, maybe that is it -- maybe that is why I feel disorientated. But what of the deja vu?
"Tommy? Tommy!" That is not me calling out, is it? No, it is one of my friends. "Did he go swimming? I told him not to go in the water. He could dip his toes in, but ... TOMMY!!!"
I dive into the water but it is more like I am pulled into the water. As if I am following a zip-line into the water, it is hard to explain. I look and look for the boy but I cannot find him.

I am back on the beach, dry. I watch myself walking along the beach with the man the woman and the boy Tommy. We must have just arrived. They do not see me watching them. I can do it if I go in earlier.
***
I am soaking wet now lying on concrete. It is like a waterway. I cough up water and get up and stumble into a corner and fall into the corner. Wait, why does this corner seem so familiar? It seems wrong, the opposite. Water instead of fire, whole instead of broken, no one else around instead of dead bodies. Have I fixed it by fixing a different personal tragic memory?
***
I am back in the concrete waterway, soaking wet. My eyes are still closed. I feel another hand another arm brushing against mine. I slowly open my eyes, maybe it is him maybe it was all a dream and ...
But no one else is there. That arm brushing mine, that hand touching my arm, I can still see it! It's MY arm brushing against my arm! It is MY hand touching me! WTF? I am not fixing anything, I am only making things more complicated!
***
But before i can do anything I am back on the beach. Well, actually far out in the water. I hear the others calling out for Tommy. What is that strange seaweed? It is human hair! I see a face bob up and take a quick gulp of air -- it is Tommy! I swim over to him to save him. I am a whisper away from saving him when --
***
"We must stop this, it is not working." It is a very tall thin man in a robe with a monk-like hood. I cannot make him out.
"It is working, we just have to make a few more adjustments," I reply.
"We aren't fixing anything, we are only making things more complicated."
"We can do it. If I save him, I can save us all. If I just can imagine saving one so important to me I can use that to focus my energy on saving us all."
"You aren't listening to me. You aren't hearing me. You aren't seeing what is actually going on."
"I don't see? I see the horror. Don't you? You remember that day just as I do when our heads are clear."
"Now, let's not relive --"
"YOU crawled over to me. Do you remember? YOU comforted me. You said we would make it through. If we can make it, then all is not lost. You chose the end of everything to tell me I was your everything. Yet again, you proved you have the worst timing."
"I know what I did. I know what I said. That does not justify all of what came after, it--"
"You did not disagree at the time! You HELPED me to figure it out! I shared my doubts but you allayed them. Why are you doing the opposite now? I was so close, I almost saved him before you pulled me out of there!"
"I know all of that, but I was wrong. I was lost in the grief, but the truth of the matter is too plain for me to be blinded by pain anymore."
"Maybe you don't want to save him, or maybe there is someone else you don't want to save."
"What?"
"Don't play dumb. My fiancee was killed. If he were alive along with everyone else, you would miss your chance!"
"No! How could you think that of me? We cannot change time, all we can do is make more of it."
"And what is so wrong with that? Even if I say you are right, isn't that the whole point? To have more time?"
"Not like this, we've already made a mess of things."
"And it will get messier. Anything to get things done right."
"But --"
She disappears from him as he watches time get even more complicated from his place outside of it all. All he can do now is to monitor the edits, try to smooth out as many wrinkles as possible. He cannot stop her, it would only make things more complicated. She has to stop herself. I understand why she is doing this I take my responsibility. Because it is not a simple matter. It's ... complicated.

Long Day of Driving, Mad Shooter @ The Gathering

I had a long day of driving to start out with. Lots of adventures. Tired me out.

****

Then someone like my sister wanted me to drive her somewhere! I was tired from driving all day and I had just gotten home and was looking forward to some down time. But, I took her.
We backed into a driveway. It was a slight up curve and only a few feet long. 20 - 30 feet?
Then we went by foot a few blocks to take a duffle bag to this guy's house. He was having a gathering. We were out in the open. It look like a nice place!
Then this middle-aged white guy with brown hair that kind of looked like a mix between John C. Reilly & Will Ferrell appears out of nowhere! He has a duffle bag of his own and is yelling at how this guy did him wrong and anybody who associated with him must also be evil. He slams his duffle bag on a nearby table, rips open the zipper, and pulls out a machine gun and starts shooting people!
Me and my sister duck and cover. We try to say we are just delivering something and were not evil. He would not listen. We managed to get away eventually. We were running for our lives, he felt like he was seconds away from getting a bead on us and killing us. We made it back to the car and got it started and pulled out of the driveway. My "sister" said what we were both thinking: Thank god we pulled in backwards!
It was a rush driving away. Fast and serpentine trying to get distance between that mad shooter!

Card Game Dealing With Fear Of Trouble. Meeting Raven-hair's Sister.

I had two dreams i recall from last night, the second I woke up from.

Card Game

I am hanging out with a friend, I forget what we were doing, but we end up going to another friend's house. He has put a note on the door with instructions on how to contact him in the house (he is staying up late, but his wife is not.)
We read the note and follow the instructions and are inside.
We are playing a rather complicated card game. I think it is called "Spell Slinger" or "Card Slinger". (this is probably influenced by my trying out a demo for the card game MAGIC on the XBOX360 last night and feeling totally overwhelmed and not-interested).
At some point, and for some reason, there is a commotion with a lot of metal pots and pans we create. Or I create, I feel responsible. Is this associated with the game somehow? I also have a pillow right next to me now.
Well, his wife comes in bothered by the cacophony. She isn't incensed, but I feel super-guilty. And I feel terrified. I freeze, I shake, I grab the pillow and shrink. I'm terrified of being in trouble. I break down apologizing and pleading for mercy. I am not in the present any more, but in the past. That is not the man's wife but my mother.
But it is not the past, it is the present. That is not my mother, but another man's wife. She comes right over to me and says "oh, sweetie; what's wrong? It's OK, I'm not mad. It's OK, you're OK." And she hugs me. Which I feel uncomfortable with because I am looking right at her husband. But he doesn't seem to think there is anything wrong with it and knows it's kosher.
I can't quite leave my flashback. But as I start to, the dream ends.

Raven-Hair

I seem to dream most often of a blonde female figure and a dark-haired female figure. I wrote one of a blonde female figure not too long ago (I think she is the one who helped me with the jigsaw puzzle), but this time it was the dark-haired one.
I meet her in a class or meeting or gathering of some kind. Lecture, debate, something where it is not just a party or whatever. But there is something to discuss, to learn, to teach, to share. I think it was about fixing the world!
A raven-haired woman came right up beside me and we started talking. It was so natural and comfortable and easy-going.
Next ting I recall is meeting her sister. We are at a door and she is holding it open for me. I ask if they are twins and she says yes, but fraternal even though they look very much alike. She tells me her sister really likes me and she is glad because I seem like I great guy. I start asking her questions about her sister and she tells me i can ask her it's OK. Then I start making defense about myself, that I am a good guy but I have not completely excised my shadow side/mistakes brought forward from my past. She says it's OK I can work things out just fine with her sister, but I keep talking.

I wake up with this. I had an hour left to sleep and tried to get back into the dream but I could not, which upset me. I was hoping I could meet that woman again and just be with her. When I was with her my past did not exist.

She kind of looked like this new woman in therapy. In the dream I said she had "sweet Southern eyes", which reminds me of a girl I cared for in college.