Dreamland, Part II

I have been having really vivid, wacky dreams lately. Most of the time they are just strange, even funny, but they seldom scare me. That is, until last Friday.

I dreamed that I went to a fortune teller for a reading. He told me that in two or three years I was going to die. I was going to be kidnapped, raped, and tortured by a brown-haired man with a goatee, who, when he was finished raping and torturing me, was going to throw me down an abandoned mine shaft, where I would die. Needless to say, this reading frightened me. It also pissed me off, and I told the fortune teller to get bent.

Then I went to another fortune teller. This fortune teller confirmed what the first fortune teller told me. Even more frightened, but slightly less pissed off, I decided to go to a palmist (so ok this dream is not just scary it's weird and out of character too). The palmist told me that she couldn't be so specific as to confirm what the two fortune tellers had told me, but she could say that my life line ended abruptly about two or three years in the future. At this point I was very, very scared, and still a little pissed off.

So I went over to my friend Hilary's, and told her what the fortune tellers and palmist had told me. I told her that I did not want to be kidnapped, raped, tortured, and thrown down an abandoned mine shaft to die. Hilary calmly told me that I should not worry about it. That I should accept that it was my fate to be raped and murdered by this brown-haired man with a goatee, and that I had no one but myself to blame, as it wouldn't happen if I hadn't lost so much weight. Now at this point I am beyond pissed off. I am enraged. I said several unsavory phrases to Hilary, including many specifically about her mother.

I said "Fate? Fuck fate! I am NOT going to be raped and murdered by a brown haired man with a goatee! I'm buying a fucking gun!" So I went out and bought a shiny silver 9mm gun and put it in my purse. Then I went to the grocery store and as I was shopping a brown haired man with a goatee came up beside me and smiled a crazy smile and said 'HI!'. The next thing I knew I was lying on the ground at the bottom of a mine shaft and all of my bones were broken. Then I was looking down at myself from above.

Then I woke up. Thank god! That dream was scary as hell!

PS
If I turn up missing, be sure to check all the abandoned mines for my body. Also be on the look-out for a brown haired man with a goatee.