Hollywood Havoc (2004-01-24) - The Dark Side - A Look into the Dream World

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Hollywood Havoc [1/24/2004]

Well, I don't know when this dream actually started because it was so long that I forgot the beginning somewhat. All I know was that I was in Hollywood or something, and I was like 12 or 14 and my mom was working as an accountant for some movie company, and I had a head start on my movie career because I was young and my mom worked there, so I guess I was an actor or something.

I went down the hall from my mom's office and went to the screen writer's office where I got a script. I then ran off to a shooting (movie shooting, not gun shooting) and I was playing the part of a kid who was in trouble and I had a superhero character helping to get me out of trouble. We were in this really nice car and were doing a scene where we drove through a toll booth and into a busy street, but at the end of the cut, we totaled the car and had to get another one. In only a minute we had an exact copy of the first one, and shortly after we started the scene again and did it right this time. So we were driving through this extremely heavy traffic. It was so thick that you couldn't even walk through it, and it was all moving very fast. Occasionally a spot would open up and we'd pull forward into it. The superhero guy drove the car and I sat in the back dodging gun fire from some other vehicles. Then a car that was just like ours, but it was all crazy colors rather than the silver that ours was, pulled out in front of us, and we both thought this wasn't suppose to be like this.

The car seemed to be after us somehow as we went around a couple bends and headed toward a busy intersection. The other car pulled out ahead of us and into the intersection where it skidded sideways and prepared to ram us as we headed towards it. The superhero guy called out denying that this was about to happen and was worried about losing me in all of this. And then we hit. I went flying out of the car (it had the top down so it wasn't like a big tragedy) and I couldn't figure out what was going on until I found myself in the driver seat of another car barreling down a huge hill. I couldn't control the car and then I looked up.

Written across the top of the car were the words "fake car" and it panned back and I was riding in some sort of toy car with no engine or real steering or anything. I was heading towards a big pond at the bottom of this big hill. I flew over a ramp and over a good portion of the pond until I landed right in the pond. I think at this point I realized that I was being chased after because I had a set of keys for something that they wanted. I held firmly onto the keys and swam to shore. I was thinking of some place I could put the keys where I could say, "they're in the whatever," and it would be true, but they would have no idea where it was. I thought I could put it in my shoe and say, "they're in the shoe," but that was too obvious. I saw this pole with a fake squirrel on it with its mouth open next to some signs for a couple streets, but it was out in the middle of a field for some reason. I put the keys in there and knew that I could tell whoever, "they're in the squirrel," and then they'd go on a wild squirrel chase trying to find what squirrel in the area had the keys in its stomach.

I looked back and saw someone who at first looked like Kristin, but as I looked more intently, I was certain it wasn't. This girl was running along with another girl towards me, and they were on the far side of the lake. Then, to my horror, a huge, countless crowd of girls came around the corner of a building behind the other two girls and they were all heading in my direction. I ran up the street and back towards where my mom worked. I passed by a side street where tons of girls screamed and called my name. It was as if everyone was alerted to my popularity and was told to go chase me down. I ran through this big amusement part where every stranger started to run after me as I passed by. At this point I was in a dead sprint, and yelling at people to back off. I ran into the office complex where my mom worked, and back to the screen writer's office and told him that I needed a rewrite, and was ready to take off because I figured everyone was against me at this point. He grabbed me by the neck before I could get away and I kicked at him to let me go. Then he did. I guess he thought I wasn't being serious when I really was. Then he let me go and I bolted out the door and he chased after me. Some people with guns were shooting at me and I dashed into a bushy fenced in area. The screen writer was right behind me and I guess he was taking my side.

There was one of these heavily armed guys right next to us in the bushes, but somehow he didn't notice. The screen writer went to grab a huge gun that was in his pocket and it wouldn't budge, so we were caught by these two heavily armed guys. Then their leader or whatever came up between them, and who was it, but the middle son from the television show "Home Improvement" starting Tim Allen. He held this remote control and had his two guys back up along with him as we heard this helicopter sound. I looked up to see this small helicopter-like thing flying down on top of us, I looked around and grabbed at this television antenna and whacked at it until it screwed up its orbit and went flying off in the wrong direction. I then woke up.

This dream is currently: Semisolved

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