Yet, another nightmare

So, I dreamt that I lived in a really nice place. I was married with two or three kids. But my husband was cheating on me with a sexy blonde woman. And Honestly, I couldn't care less. But what I did care about was my two or three kids. So, anyway, my dream husband and I were getting a divorce, and all I could think about is the children. I went to talk to them about the divorce because in the dream, they were all I've cared about. (I don't have kids in real life.) My husband was leaving me the house to go away with the sexy blonde woman. I was happy because it was a really nice, sweet house. But I was really sad, too, because all I cared about was the children. I didn't want the kids to feel pain. I didn't want them to hurt. And it even crossed my mind,"Should I get married again, so they could have a father figure in their lives?" I just didn't want them go grow up without a father like I did. I knew how tough and painful it was for me not having a father around, and I didn't want my kids to go through the same thing I went through. To my surprise, I think that 2 out of 3 of my children took the news of the divorce well.

I had a gay, asian, friend come over. He was there to help me out. Cook for me. and I was very anxious to try his cooking because he was supposed to be a chef and I really LOVE food. And I think that he went through the same thing I went through or knew of a person who went through the same thing and was giving me advice about getting full custody. Which yeah. We the lawyers, my husband, and I were working on my having sole custody of the kids.

The second dream, which happen after this one.

My mom was driving me to her church. My mother didn't like that I was in the back seat. So, she said to find my own way to the church. So, I'm in the back seat of 2 Latino guys. The Latinos were dressed like thugs/gangsters. So, although they were giving me a ride, I pretty much ignored them. The fat Latino got mad that I didn't like that fact that he was dressed like I thugs so I got kicked out of that car, as well.

So, I ended up getting a ride from two white gays. One was very pasty with greasy, long, black hair, wearing blue jeans and a white shirt. The other was wearing a lawyer suit, had a nice tan, and looked like an actor I've seen on t.v. He pulled out a gun. I jumped out the car. At some point, I don't remember when, but he shot the white and pasty guy's arm off for trying to get away. The white and pasty guy was so scared and in so much pain and wanted to go look for the cops. The business man wanting mee to go down the ladder. I saw that some kids were in a school field trip. Personally, I thought that the white businessman was a crazy, psycho. I pretty much jumped a few steps of the ladder. I tried to tell people that I used to go to high school with before I graduated at couple of years ago, but they wouldn't listen to me. So, I just tried to dodge the crowd a keep running. Didn't care about the gun or shots. I just kept running. Finally, I found a dectective, and I felt GRATEFUL he was like a Knight in Shining Armor to me, also looking like an actor. The white and pasty guy already told the detective about the businessman, he has a criminal record, and the detective has spent a long time searching for him and he got arrested, but he was slippery and got away again. and I ran again.

Until I found this wonderful, beautiful, African American lady, with a permed hair or wig, wearing a deep, purple dress and red lipstick with golden, loop holed, earrings. She was like a tripple D. Greatly overweight, but not obese level. Close to obese, but not quite there. She wanted to do EVERYTHING she could to protect me from the crazy, psycho. I tried to reach her. But she was pretty much surrounded by a glassroom. In order to have her salvation. I had to go back to the darkerrooms, closer to the psychotic, crazy, free lunatic and open the glass room that would lead to rooms where the other secretaries worked, so that I could have her protection.

I figured the rooms are crowded. I was hoping that he wasn't so crazy that he wouldn't shot in a crowd where kids are having their field trip. So, there I go through the darkness, aiming for the wonderful lady in purple who wanted to save me. But I woke up before I reached her. Still in darkness.

I did NOT hear a gun shot. I don't think it was supposed to end like that. I think I woke up before I finished the dream. But I couldn't help it. The Sunlight woke me up, I guess.