I woke up at 4 am from a really horrible dream, and I could not get back to sleep. Ever have one of those dreams where it's so extremely vivid you're not quite sure it wasn't real? This was like that.
In the dream, I was downtown for some reason. There were a couple kids I recognized from VWS with me, and one of them came up to me and said they found something on the street. He handed me a vial of crack - red top, glass vial, 5 rocks in it - this was very clear, it was a normal sized vial, but in my hand it looked huge. I took it and put it in my pocket, and said I would bring it to the police.
I thought I was on Vine St. and that there was a police station just a few blocks away, so I began to walk to it. As I walked up Vine, there was a large mob of kids standing on the corner, and they were pretty scary looking, so I crossed the street to avoid them. When I got across the street, there was a cemetery and it was suddenly very dark. A couple kids were walking towards me, they were dressed in very bright red jackets, and laughing about something. One kid had something he was kind of hiding against his body. They passed on my right, and I saw the police station up ahead just past the cemetery. I heard behind me "Hey man, check this out" and as I turned the kid who had something tucked against his body pointed it at me. I felt a huge pressure in my throat and my mouth filled with blood. I fell down and heard one of the kids say "You shot him! You shot him!" I laid there in the street, and the last thing I that went through my mind was "God forgive me, God forgive them" Then it went black and I woke up with my heart pounding.
That really scared me. It took a few minutes for me to realize that I was not actually shot, that I wasn't lying in a street dying. I was literally gasping for breath and checking my throat to see if I had been shot. I have no clue where this came from; I don't normally walk around Over-the-Rhine with vials of crack in my pocket. Maybe I've been watching too much of "The Sopranos" or something.