The Past Revisited

Downtown Moline. My two good friends from high school were with me, in the old reddish Honda civic he used to drive. We were all going to get into trouble again, as we once use to, and I knew this because there was tough talk floating around and guns involved. Everything after that is a blur. Next detail I recall is being in something of a courtroom for some sort of sentencing procedure where I was to disclose what “color” I represented and then push a picture through a variety of pencils, essentially destroying the picture. I couldn’t believe they thought I was in a gang and thought for sure the other legitimate gang members in line to state their color and destroy a picture would figure this out.
Later in the same dream…again in downtown Moline but this Moline was different and spread out completely different, as though it were downtown Vail and all the storefront and walkways were tourist-friendly and the streets were paved with money. It reminded me of New Orleans and that is probably the prototype my brain used to produce such a scenario. It’s my guess because I remember looking for a Voodoo shop that Moline doesn’t have. Later on, I was in another building and talking with a person I used to work with who I never got a long with. Shannon was a control-freak and diluted bitch in real life but appeared in my dream, again, so that we could make amends. After we spoke, I played around with two iron gates