(11/3/06) pretty girl steals toilet paper; message on the bomb; the hill of life in the land of death

(Entered in dream journal at 7:19 AM at Starbucks at Borough Hall.)

Dream 1

I went into my bedroom in a somewhat big but dirty house. I had moved in with my landlady and a bunch of other people. They had stuck me in a gross room. I tried to make the most of it. I went to my bed to get some rest.

A window was at the head of my bed. I pulled aside a sheet-like curtain to see the "window" was a big hole in the wall covered by a screen hung loosely over it like a big curtain. There might have been a sectioning of the screen in the top center.

The breeze would blow the screen in and out. I knew anybody could get into my room. I felt cheated -- to be in such a dirty room that anybody could get into.

I saw a young woman walking down a path to the front door. She had walked into the house and was now in my room. She opened my closet and pulled out six rolls of toilet paper. As she did this I tried to muster up the courage to tell her she shouldn't take our toilet paper if she didn't live here. She was very pretty, with soft, brown skin and brown hair and pretty brown eyes. She looked at me like her prettiness allowed her to do anything.

Dream 2

I looked up into the murky blue sky to see a fighter jet I thought as a Joint Strike Fighter jet. But the more I looked at it the more I saw the jet had a clunky triangular shape. It seemed to be partly cloaked in shade, with only an edge shining white in the sun --- I don't know how, because there were no or few clouds in the sky, and the jet seemed to be facing the sun directly.

I saw something which I at first thought was another jet just showing up. But I realized it was really a missile sent out by the jet. I watched it travel a while. It was now a nuclear bomb. I didn't want to believe the bomb was finally being dropped -- I was going to die before I had taken care of all my business. I thought, Well, at least hopefully I'm in another country so it won't be dropping in America.

To make sure, I flew up to the bomb as it dropped. From down below the bomb looked black. From above (just above, traveling down with it) it was yellow with red fins (?). I saw it from behind.

The colors made me think the bomb was being dropped by China and that this definitely was America. There was a message written on the back of the bomb -- something like, "I don't care where you came from or which way you go."

Dream 3

Part of some altar ritual on a hill -- one person began singing about the hill of life in the land of death.