Dream #21 (Dec 25th)
Me and the fam are on vacation in a new city. We are driving down the main road in a shopping district kinda like Philly. I am sitting shotgun with my dad driving. My mom is in the back of the van. I'm looking to my right and spot this eye catching place. It had a long official name that made it sound like a museum. It had like 20 different sized squares mounted up in a collage on top of the store front with old era (50-60s) vivid watercolor drawings on them. I was intrigued. We pass by a store on the right called "fetish" in big, simple, lower-case black letters. I see a black leather sofa in the window so it must be some leather furniture store. All of a sudden we are in a small cart like they have on wooden rollercoasters and we are in a small dark chute elevating. I see a grey earth underneath us when i look down from the cart. It looked like it was made out of the cardboard substance used to hold coffee cups. It gets darker and darker because we are moving farther away from teh light which was underneath us coming from the edges of the earth. We are transported into this Imax theater and we are sitting to the left of the room. I am next to the wall while my mom sits to the right of me. My dad is right behind me. The presentation starts and it's an instructional guide on how to blow up the White House with a guided missile by using coordinates, if you were ever so curious. I see this 3-D graphic scenario of this jet fighter shooting a missile out and it goes through the first floor of a golden mosque (first floor has columns and openings) that is located to the left of the White House (if you're looking at it). Then it shows another scenario on a missile hitting the White House and then it turns into a scene where a guy is talking (walking up the steps of a DC building with columns to his right) about how the whole process is in order to get the missile to target. There are a couple of hooligans behind my dad and i hear them giggle and i see my dad's chair shake like they are kicking it from behind. The bolts in the foundation are really loose. My dad moves across the walkway to sits in another theater chair in the same row, but on the edge of the other side of the walkway. I don't know if it was the guys that made him move or that the chair was already being annoying by itself. I didn't want to insinuate anything but it was possible. I look over to my dad and he had an enthusiastic look on his face like he only cared about learning what was on the screen and nothing else mattered. I decided wasn't going to address it till later.