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Why is it that it seems I'm more often then not being chased in all the dreams I actually remember? Well, maybe this time it wasn't just me being chased.
Anyways, I think I was working at a grade school or somewhere and I was up stairs in this kitchen or dining hall or something, and I think I was hiding. Not sure who I was hiding from, but I think maybe I was trying to draw fire from the rest of the people who worked at the school and the kids, who were all down stairs in the gymnasium. Kinda foggy on what all happened while I was up there, but I do remember hiding behind all these stainless steel sorta school kitchen sorta machines, like the ones for washing dishes and the metal cabinets that the trays and pots and pans were stored in. Anyhoo, after I think I had lost the person who was chasing me for the time being, I head back down stairs to the others. One of the other staff members said something like we should separate, each of the adults taking a few kids in their cars, and so I took maybe 10 kids with me down another stairwell into what was probably the school garage, while the other staff members went out different doors from the gym.
And I honestly have no clue what happened after that, but the next thing I remember is me driving down the freeway with the kids that I had taken with me and looking out the back windshield trying to keep tabs on the cars the other staff people were driving. Now, I'm not sure if I was driving and having this sorta outa body experience that often happens in dream so I could look out the back at the same time, or if someone else was driving. Anyways, we were being chased by this dude in a semi... A really really big semi, and I vaguely remember one of the other cars in out group being run over by it. Maybe it was some sorta tractor trailer or something, but anyways, it was right behind us. And then for some reason, the dude driving the semi stopped, and like got outta the truck and went back maybe a mile, I think to get a bigger truck. While he was running back on the freeway, I think I turned the car into a rest stop, hoping the other cars from out group would follow suite. And then all I remember is me and some of the kids running from this semi trailer. It was cruising on the freeway parallel to the field where we were running, and then it stopped maybe 200 yards away, and somehow I knew that the dude was gonna try to tip over the trailer and send it rolling down the maybe 20 foot tall sharp rise toward us, trying to run us over and do as much damage in one hit as possible.
Then I saw this grove of trees that were to close together for the truck to be able to get through, and to thick for him to get far if he tried plowing through them, so I told the kids and everyone else to run for the trees, that we would be safe in there. So we're all running as hard and fast as we can, which never seems to be fast enough in dreams, toward this grove of trees, with this huge semi tailor rolling down the hill toward us and making this horrible crunching noise as it got closer and closer. Finally, we get to the trees, and after hurrying and pushing everyone deeper into the woods ahead of me, I turn around in like slow motion and see the trailer crashing into the trees mo more then 50 feet behind us. And then it stopped, because it was caught on the first row or whatever of trees. And then think I woke up or went into another sorta dream, cause I don't remember anything happening in the dream after that.
It was weird. Buut, most of my dreams usually are... I have a screwed up subconscious
Anyways, I think I was working at a grade school or somewhere and I was up stairs in this kitchen or dining hall or something, and I think I was hiding. Not sure who I was hiding from, but I think maybe I was trying to draw fire from the rest of the people who worked at the school and the kids, who were all down stairs in the gymnasium. Kinda foggy on what all happened while I was up there, but I do remember hiding behind all these stainless steel sorta school kitchen sorta machines, like the ones for washing dishes and the metal cabinets that the trays and pots and pans were stored in. Anyhoo, after I think I had lost the person who was chasing me for the time being, I head back down stairs to the others. One of the other staff members said something like we should separate, each of the adults taking a few kids in their cars, and so I took maybe 10 kids with me down another stairwell into what was probably the school garage, while the other staff members went out different doors from the gym.
And I honestly have no clue what happened after that, but the next thing I remember is me driving down the freeway with the kids that I had taken with me and looking out the back windshield trying to keep tabs on the cars the other staff people were driving. Now, I'm not sure if I was driving and having this sorta outa body experience that often happens in dream so I could look out the back at the same time, or if someone else was driving. Anyways, we were being chased by this dude in a semi... A really really big semi, and I vaguely remember one of the other cars in out group being run over by it. Maybe it was some sorta tractor trailer or something, but anyways, it was right behind us. And then for some reason, the dude driving the semi stopped, and like got outta the truck and went back maybe a mile, I think to get a bigger truck. While he was running back on the freeway, I think I turned the car into a rest stop, hoping the other cars from out group would follow suite. And then all I remember is me and some of the kids running from this semi trailer. It was cruising on the freeway parallel to the field where we were running, and then it stopped maybe 200 yards away, and somehow I knew that the dude was gonna try to tip over the trailer and send it rolling down the maybe 20 foot tall sharp rise toward us, trying to run us over and do as much damage in one hit as possible.
Then I saw this grove of trees that were to close together for the truck to be able to get through, and to thick for him to get far if he tried plowing through them, so I told the kids and everyone else to run for the trees, that we would be safe in there. So we're all running as hard and fast as we can, which never seems to be fast enough in dreams, toward this grove of trees, with this huge semi tailor rolling down the hill toward us and making this horrible crunching noise as it got closer and closer. Finally, we get to the trees, and after hurrying and pushing everyone deeper into the woods ahead of me, I turn around in like slow motion and see the trailer crashing into the trees mo more then 50 feet behind us. And then it stopped, because it was caught on the first row or whatever of trees. And then think I woke up or went into another sorta dream, cause I don't remember anything happening in the dream after that.
It was weird. Buut, most of my dreams usually are... I have a screwed up subconscious