Two dreams, one night

Being hunted and rescued by Native Americans

I was being hunted by this man who had this really cool hover craft. I was not really sure why he was coming after me, but I ran anyways since dying was the last thing on my mind. I ended up falling into a river… which was a bad and a good thing. Good because they guy chasing me lost track and bad because I was really battered up. I was so dazed I could only see a blurry image of a man grabbing me up and carrying me somewhere. I woke up in some kind of tent and soon realized I was in the middle of a Native American village in the middle of the desert.

My rescuer came in and asked how I was feeling. He was a very handsome man, strong, and had many distinct features in his face. I was immediately attracted. I felt better and let him know this… He then helped me up and took me outside to the river to get a drink of water. He spoke about why I was out there and I told him I really did not know and that there was a man trying to kill me. He mentioned seeing this man, and that he was in fact looking for a woman like me. He said he had not seen anyone and the man moved on.

I then remember sleeping in another tent when I was suddenly woken up by my handsome rescuer and a large built friend of his. They both grabbed me up and carried me over to a house saying we needed to hide and that the man was back. I really do not remember much of the rest of the dream, but only these two men protecting me from the guy on the hover craft.

Fighting

The second dream I had last night was held in my friend Brandon’s house. In the house was Brandon, Nick, Brandon’s girlfriend, and myself. Brandon and I had been hanging out in his bedroom and ended up falling asleep on the bed. His girlfriend walked in and thought we had been messing around with each other and immediately got upset and pissed off at me. She started screaming and threatening to “kick my ass” when she finally ended up pushing me.

I got off the bed and started to kick the crap out of her, smashing her head against walls, putting her in choke holds and hitting her in the face, kicking her in the stomach, etc… This went on for awhile until Nick came into the room and broke it up. The girl screamed a few more things at me and left the house. I was pissed at this point and told Nick I was going to go home. For some reason he would not let me and took my truck keys. No matter what I did, he would not give them back to me. I even threatened to call the police, didn’t phase him at all. I actually tried calling the cops but no one would answer the phone. He jumped in the shower and took the keys in there with him so I could not leave while he was in there.

I opened the bathroom door slowly and quickly grabbed the keys out of the shower before he could stop me and headed out the door. When I got to my truck, the door was open. I knew something was wrong, and of course when I opened the door, my truck had been torn apart. The stereo, subs, amp, everything was gone. I knew it was that girl who had done it but all I could do was sit in my truck and cry. Nick popped up in my window and realized how upset I was and hugged me. He apologized and promised everything would be ok.

I woke up after that.