(9/14/09) exonerated

(Entered in dream journal at 9:41 AM at Whole Foods on Houston and Broadway in Manhattan.)

Dream #1

I was with a group of people out on a lawn at night. Across the lawn from us was something like a covering for the pump island of a gas station. To our right was a building. We may have actualy stood at the edge of the lawn, possibly on beige gravel. A small amount of whitish light came from somewhere, possibly from the moon somewhere in the sky.

I and some other man were under investigation for the shooting of one of our co-workers, FF. FF had known something about us, some improper thing we had done at work. He was going to report us. So we had him shot. He was shot twice, but he lived.

Now there was a big truck, almost the size of a semi-truck, parked pointed out of the pump island. FF may have been in the truck or on the hood of the truck. He had gotten shot, but he was still alive. My co-worker and I hadn't shot FF; we'd hired someone to shoot him. The police had traced the shooting to the man we'd hired. It was understood (even though we saw him at the pump island) that FF was in the hospital, probably telling the police things.

But now we found out that the man we had hired had gotten shot himself, as the result of having pulled a smart-ass prank on some group of people. With his death, the blame for the shooting had stopped at him. We were let go.

I was riding in a car like an SUV (?) with a woman, possibly my sister, driving. It was dark outside. We may even have been driving with our headlights off. Small ridges of hill-sections (cut to let the road through) passed in deep shadow beneath a purple-black sky.

I suddenly remembered my book bag, which was new. I'd left it back at the lawn. I needed to go back and get it, although I knew that if I returned for it I might again be implicated in the shooting.