Friday night. I don't remember much. . .I was in a house with all sorts of "keys". Clock keys, wooden keys, long keys for mechanical devices and I was using them to unlock doors and secret rooms and compartments. My second dream I was in a western. I had a gang of bandits after me. Something like in Tombstone. I was running and shooting for my life. I had a six shooter, but the bullets went into a little compartment in the gun. I don't know how it fired, but it did. I faced off with another cowboy trying to take my life and shot him a few times before he had a chance. He wanted to shake my hand afterward as he lay there dying with blood soacking his shirt chest. I told him I was sorry and he told me good job. . .just long enough for his henchmen came out shooting. My gun was apparently a borrowed gun, and I've heard in movies never trust another mans gun. This was one case, because it kept misfiring. I woke up shortly thereafter.
My wife spoke of her dream. She dreamed she was riding in the car with "the other woman" and they were arguing with each other about me. The other woman was trying to convince Abbye why I loved her more than my wife. I told abbye that she(the other woman) was probably a manifestation of her sub concious. so really, she was arguing with herself.
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