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10.30.2005 

A Dream I had last night

I was at a bachelor party with 5 other guys. The only one I remember was Justin. I'm not sure whose bachelor party it was. We were at a house, in a rec-room type room. We decided to split up into two teams of three and play a dodgeball-like game with small clay-like balls. One of the rules of the game was that a team could only throw balls of their color at the other team. We had to roll the other team's balls back to them after they were thrown at us, and vice-versa. My team was yellow, Justin's was red & green (not sure why they got two colors to our one). There were only about 20-30 yellow balls, but there were well over 100 red & green balls. I was placed in charge of separating the balls. I found some screws, so I decided to mix them in with the balls. To be fair, I mixed some longer drywall screws in with the red & green balls, while we kept the more numerous shorter machine screws. Since Justin's team was throwing first, I wanted to see how they dealt with the screws they'd find mixed in with their balls. We threw balls at each other for a while, then Justin disappeared into an alcove. When he came out, he had a nail gun, and had handed a nail gun to each of his teammates. They began firing long drywall screws at us from their nail guns. I immediately protested, but they didn't stop firing. Justin came after me. I told him that if he shot me, I was out of there, and he could consider our friendship ended. He shot me in the right bicep. I shook my head in disbelief, called him a fucker. He looked in our ball bin and saw screws in it and saw that I had some in my hands. He said that I looked like I intended on using mine, so why couldn't he use his. I told him I was going to throw mine at them, not fire them out of a high-pressure nail gun. Plus mine were short and blunt, while his were long and pointy-sharp. I told him that I'm glad I found out what kind of "friend" he was and walked out.

I woke up with a sore right bicep, pissed at Justin. I don't think he'd shoot me with a nail gun, so I'm not sure why he did in my dream. I know that my shoulder hurt because that's where I got my flu shot on Friday.

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