Looks Like it's Back to Jail For Me (*grunt* *grunt* *grunt*)**

Night of: August 4
People Involved: Kyle, Akash (family friend since I was born), Donald Trump, Danny Trejo (Desperado, and tons of other movies), my brother, my mom
Number of Dreams Remembered: 4
Special: Recurring themes**

I had told Kyle that I wanted to hang out, and the plans were all set, but right before we were going to, he said he was going to hang out with some girl by himself.
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I got an email at work saying that I was going to be rating the company, since they're being considered for Fortune 500's Best Companies to Work For.

In retrospect: I got an email at work the day before saying that some of us may receive a survey to fill out since the company is being considered.
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The band won a competition, winning lots of trophies, plaques, and $3,500. You'd think that everything would be happy, but unfortunately, Donald Trump wanted to take it away from us. The dream turned into me and a girl trying to hide the money and awards. I ended up in a mansion, and apparently Akash lived there. I asked, "Do you have some sort of vault we can put this in? Donald Trump wants a piece of it." Akash replied, "Why does he do this? What is he gonna do... send his men after us?" and then he took the stuff to hide in the vault.
Just then, Donald Trump and his men started attacking with automatic weapons. I actually got a gun at one point and fired back--I'm pretty sure I killed a guy or two.
It got pretty overwhelming, so I ran away from the mansion, when I saw a huge (50-100 people) gang of (and I'm not racist) Mexicans. I thought they'd kill me in a second, but they were on our side. One of them was, or looked just like, Danny Trejo. The girl that was originally with me was in much of the dream, but it's hard to remember what happened to her.

In retrospect: I was watching a sitcom late last night that had a lot to do with Donald Trump. Again, the band thing is probably because of the show coming up. The theme that the band wins something is recurring now.
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I was part of a murdering, raping group. The incidents occurred in this dark maze with really low ceilings. All the walls were black, it curved around a lot, there wasn't much light, and there were hidden doors everywhere. I must've already helped rape and/or kill some people, as the hunt for the killers was already going down.
I did come across one man, though, and I don't know why, but I was smashing his head in with a metal fold-up chair. I must've hit him 10 times with it, but he didn't die. He was just on the ground with his head smashing in. A member of my small group also came and attempted to kill him.
Someone found where we were hiding in this maze, so I had to run. I ended up running out of the maze and into a dark forest.
I was then somehow in line to get my name changed with Neal and my mom. I was thinking about changing my name to "Justin Neal." When Neal was at the front of the line, the man doing the name change took Neal's I.D. and saw that it was marked: Neal was one of the rapist/killers. Instead of running, I went up next, and I was also identified as one of the killers. My mom was shocked, but didn't seem as upset as she could've been, and I was sentenced to 30 years in jail. Neal was sentenced to 20.

In retrospect: I have no idea what's going on here, but it borderline being a nightmare. Me going to jail is another recurring theme.