Dreams, August 3, 2018.
I got attacked again, in a dream last night.
I was involved with a gang of guys in the hood and we were out trying to rustle up some dollars, in some type of weird, illicit way. We were carrying around a very tall bag of buttered popcorn and this had something to do with what we were 'dealing,' though I ate a handful of the stuff and didn't get high, or anything. (I did actually taste the butter flavoring, though. It tasted pretty good and I didn't chomp down on any hard, un-popped kernels.) Anyway, this one gangsta and I decided to double-cross our third partner, why, I don't know. He and I took off in a car and we had the bag of popcorn with us. Somehow, our third partner got wise to us and was able to get back into the car. We were talking about nonrelated stuff when whoever was driving the car came to a stop next to an idling garbage truck. "Lets throw the product into the truck and water it down." My confederate said. "Oh, I don't think that would be a good idea." I stated. "It would make the rest of the trash smell bad." As if to back me up, the garbage truck driver poked his head in our car and said, "That's right, it would definitely make my garbage truck smell bad." It was right at that moment when the third partner (the guy that we double-crossed) pulled out a weapon (nothing more than a long, stiff wire) and he tried to stab me in the neck. The wire kind of went into my shoulder a bit but I grabbed his hand and we struggled for the weapon until I woke up.