Dream 1
Some white frames for house fronts, all lined up at the top of a hill, fell down forward. I was on a fence, possibly with my friend R's friend KZ. I jumped off the fence and ran to the house fronts, possibly just as they were falling.
Dream 2
I (now) stood outside a building. I looked up to its roof, which was maybe forty feet high, and watched a helicopter descend straight down and out of sight a fraction of a second before it collided with the roof. A bunch of smoke immediately flooded the air.
I rushed into the building. I stood in a dim, long hallway broken at points by adjoining halls or lobby-like areas. Down the hall I saw my friend R, who was in "another place altogether." He had his cell phone. He was trying to reach me by phone to make sure I hadn't been injured in the explosion. I yelled down the hallway to him, even though I may not have been sure that I thought that would work, as R wasn't "actually" in this building. I'm pretty sure R didn't hear me, though he was generally looking in my direction.
Dream 3
Something broke in the window room at R's place. It was like a sleeping back full of grain. It was by the table, as if it had fallen off the table. The room was dark. R and KZ sat at the table, across the table from each other. The room was empty and clean, like my friend CV hadn't been living there.
I felt ashamed of the mess, which was likely my fault. So I lifted as much of it up in the sleeping bag as I could. The rest I figured could mainly be scraped off the floor. But I knew, ashamed, that some of it would not come out at all, as it had soaked (?) into the floor.
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