Dream 1
I was possibly in some house where there was a killer. It was dark. A whole group of people were in panic. I now saw a husband and wife sitting in the backseat of a car. A spotlight shined on them. Then someone shot the woman in the face. Apparently it had been the cops who had shot.
After the wife was shot, the man screamed and cried, "No! Not us! That's my wife! My wife! Don't shoot her!"
I saw, in the spotlight, the side of the car behind the back side window. There was a large "Thunderbird" decal.
I was now driving up a winding mountain road with my mom and sister. We were all sad because we were going to a funeral. My mom told us how the person or two people had died. I burst into tears. I could barely control my breath.
My mom said, "What's wrong? Did you dream of something like this happening?"
I cried, "Yes!" But when I tried to remember the dream, I didn't know if I had dreamed it at all after actually seeing it all or even if I was still dreaming.
Dream 2
Someone held something that looked like a candle before my eyes. From the bottom of the candle came smallish roots, like at the bottom of wild onions, but longer. At the bottom of one of these roots grew a potato.
All this time I heard my mom talking about how she couldn't find some item for the longest time, but how some person came into her life and found the item right away.
I now had a small piece of paper before me. I counted ten lines. That was significant. I couldn't believe it. So I started to count again.
Dream 3
I had either arrived somewhere on an airplane or had arrived and was waiting to leave again immediately or was waiting for someone to arrive. I was with my mom and my great-grandmother A.
The plane wasn't quite on time. My mom and grandma explained that this type of plane could only fly when enough people were on it to give it weight for momentum. The number 3,000 was key somehow.
We were way down below ground in some place like a subterranean hangar. I could see people and suitcases in the plane, hanging off of some kind of revolving belt machine in the belly of the plane.
Dream 4
My Americorps crew met our chief SM at some place deep in the heart of Brooklyn. It was still dark outside. We were now driving up to our usual meeting spot (i.e. Morningside Park). We still had to be there at 7:30 AM (though, not noticing the discrepancy, I'd looked at the clock to see that it said 7:52 or 7:53).
I called BA, the Americorps program leader, on my cell phone. I asked if from now on we could do the morning meeting thing more efficiently.
Dream 5
I was part of a group of peasants in a country town that almost looked medieval. The richer citizens had either evacuated the town or were just not letting themselves be seen by the peasants. We peasants had a horse-drawn cart and a maroon van. We were going through the dirt trail town picking peasants up to leave the town.
A nuclear war was beginning here. We even knew we might not have a chance of escaping. The richer citizens might not have known about the nuclear bomb attack.
We were all quite cheerful. Some of us wore burlap-style clothes. Others wore modern clothes. We went past one house, which looked modern. One peasant, with no legs, agilely rushed out of the house and cheerfully got into the van. Another guy, sitting at a computer, said, "Go on! I have more business to take care of. I'll drive on out there."
Something blinked out. When it blinked back in, I was a burlap-clad child in the back of the cart. We were going across a bridge of thin wood, over a small bank and shallow creek. In the distance was a small, rounded mountain.
I felt like flinching all the time. I knew the bombs were on their way.
Something blinked out. When it blinked back in I read from a book, "At the very first instant of the strike only the ground tinted orange."
Dream 6
I had left some movie midway through though I had really wanted to see it. My mom had given me videotapes on which the movie was recorded.
I went to some nice house in the woods that I got to house-sit for a little while. As I approached I saw some kids in the trees, apparently having a good time but also in some minor argument. Seeing me, they yelled, "There's XXXXX! Let's ask him! He'll know!"
I tried to hide the tapes. I had taught these children an environmental lesson which apparently went against the use of these tapes.
A kid asked, "Should we pick up garbage like this?" He pointed to a broken glass bottle.
I said, "No. Only pick up the not dangerous stuff. Leave the rest alone."
I was impressed that the kids had gone out picking up garbage of their own accord.
I went inside. I sat the tapes down in some room. I looked at a book on a shelf. I thought, Maybe I'll read that tonight. But then I realized the book was overdue. I then tried to figure out if it really was overdue.
Finally I realized that this whole shelf was library books. This was part of the library. There were even multiple copies of the book in question. I now tried to decide if I would check out the book.
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