Another strangely symbolic dream took place, this time involving preparations for a drive-by attack of some kind, but instead of guns it was candles, lots of candles on modular shelf units. perhaps fifty per shelf, on three tiers, two sides per unit, on three shelf units, the candles were of various sizes and colors. the candles themselves being lit by way of a gun cocking motion, or the motion of slipping a bullet into a clip. I was not the only person doing this but I was the only one with as much determination as would be necessary to complete the task. All the candles had to be lit before the drive-by, and all the candles would be expressed by the pulling of a trigger. And I could smell the candles burning.


50x3x2=300, x3=900