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Dream 1
I sat in a tall vehicle like a semi truck. I was in a lot of trucks, my truck facing away from the lot. I saw two jets fly from my right to my left in the clear blue sky before me. I semi-consciously thought of the jets as F-11-F Tigers. But I also thought of them as F-104s or X-15s. I strained to get a better view of them. They were gone.
Another jet, with a body like a JSF, but painted green and white, twirled downward from high in the sky. I could tell it was going to crash nearby. I got out of the truck. the jet crashed against the windshield of the truck that had been beside my truck. It was like the jet was small, maybe five feet long at the most.
I panicked and tried to tell a person who was just to my right. But I was getting confused. As I tried to explain I was trying to take something out of my inner coat pocket, probably out of the left side of my coat with my right hand. The person I was trying to explain to smirked at me. He may have been kneeling, pulling something out of a bookbag on the ground.
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