11-28-09

I'm in a strange house with some people including Michael Moore. Moore hands me a gun and instructs me to shoot the couple I'm sharing a room with.

Then we are riding around a strange town at night and I'm desperately searching for a place to ditch the gun so the police wont find it. Any place I come to, such as the woods, a road side, or even river, I know the police will find it. It also has my fingerprints on it.

Then I consider confessing to the police about the gun, although I didn't actually shoot the couple, nor was killing them my idea.

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Being an admirer of Moore in reality, I know this dream has some deeper meaning. I'll have to ponder it awhile.