dreams, involving shooting, crime
that bit faded out, then I was on the phone with a friend who was driving to meet me, but friend was being harassed/tailgated/surrounded by angry people with guns. as I was worriedly tracking this (because cell phones are magic that let you project the scene the other person is in onto your carpet) he showed up at the house, I was watching an old scene because cell phone lag. my subconscious has no idea how anything works apparently.