Fred and I were in Hawaii. We spent two weeks there, but my family were there. Fred took us to another room because he wanted some privacy. I told him that they were leaving Friday and we would have two days to ourselves.
Fred had to go to school Friday. I don't remember what class it was. I wanted to go to the beach afterwards. First we went to his therapist's house. Fred made lollipops and a tape of his accordion music. Fred hinted that he wanted to go to the mall to get one so he could learn to play with his other hand. I told him I wanted to go to the beach first and that he did not play in a long time so why did he want to start now? I remember thinking that we were intruding on the therapist like in the movie "What about Bob." Fred said it wasn't like that because he wasn't crazy. He was just going to talk about problems.
As we were leaving, it was starting to rain. I knew that the rain would stop soon so we headed to the beach. I remember thinking that the beach was rockier than I remember. I think we both just jumped in. Fred had Mina and I had Bodhi. All of a sudden it truned into a ride, except I didn't jump into a raft. Fred did. B was on my back and I was swimming underwater hoping he would hang on. I remember the water spraying. I was worried about B, but I knew it was a dream and that he would not get hurt.
I don't know at what point it was, but I remember that Fred and I were driving around and wanted to go to a particular beach that was a few hours away. I cannot remember if was in the past or we were doing it.
When we left, we passed by someone shooting a movie. It was a girl I knew from elementary school. She was a neighbor. Every one was surrounding her, trying to get her attention. She nodded in my general direction. We were meeting up with another classmate (Fred and I). She was driving a Jeep. We parked in another parking area, which the parking lot was similar to a cavern with lots of different caves.
Well, the friend's car got tipped, but so did ours. We had to return back to our car. The movie that was being shot was a horror show. There was blood everywhere. We left to go to another part of the parking area. There was still blood all over the cave walls. Then I realized it wasn't a horror show anymore. People were out to get us.
We drove away and went back to the therapist's house to get Fred's shoes for school. He was wearing sneakers, but needed dress shoes. Okay, I don't remember what point that happened if it was before or after the beach.
I don't remember if this happened at the therapist's house or not, but it turned out to be a killing spree. Someone was torturing us. Fred and the kids had faded away at this point. I don't know where they went. There were two others. I don't remember if they were getting us to turn on each other or not.
I managed to escape. I was running as fast as I could. I was on top of a roof. I remember wondering if I should try to fly or not. I don't know if I knew I was dreaming or not, but I knew I could jump. I took one leap and began to descend. Then I spread my arms out and lifted up and soared above the roofs. It was nighttime.
I kept flying until I was in someplace new. I had to make sure no one knew me. At this point, Fred was back with me when we were trying to escape. He was the one who suggested a new place, far away. I met someone else who was involved in the terror. WE both pretend we did not recognize each other. WE were both in disguise. Either I was an orange pony with wings, or it was the other person. I could see the orange pony under a rainbow. I think it was me though. The other person was a dragon or something.
Thank goodness I woke up! I was too scared to go back to sleep, because I knew that I would start dreaming again. Pretty F-ed up dream, huh? Anyone care to analyze it?