The...nightmare.
Hm. Another dream post.
Last night's dream was really horrible, I think. I'll do it with full detail (even though, in dreams...alot of the details make NO sense..soo...).
In one part of the dream it was snowing in July...that part changed to another.
No snow. The county decided that they wanted to build condos in our yard (the part nearest the road.). They started and pretty much forced us into giving up that part of our yard. The roads, then, were finshed. (I think our yard was bigger in my dream)
The strange part is next. The men started building, but one of the machines that they used had gone haywire and (with it's round blade)created these weird circular tunnels (they were made of this weird metal material that was almost impossible to break). The builders then started trying to cut the tunnels with it's blade so they could continue building. It was flinging all these shavings into the air, of dirt, rocks, and metal.
Meanwhile, during all of this, I was as mad as can be. I cried and begged them not to build there. So one night I went to my dad's garage and found some black spray paint and a hammer. I was going to destroy these condos and the roads. But when I went to do it, I saw all the commotion going on at the constuction site.
The machine had flung so much dust and things into the air that the dirty cloud it had created was blocking out the sun (it suddenly was morning).
The next thing I knew, I was watching the news. There had been another bombing in New York. (the world trades center had been rebuilt before this.) I saw some terrible footage of a man at a gas station in NY. A repoter was yelling in the chaos, "Giant pieces of debris are flying every where!!" Just as one crushed the man pumping gas. Someone, then, was interviewed. He said "the worst part of this happening is seeing the people dying...letting out their shaking breaths and gasping for another."
This was called a national emergency, and, if you could come, what ever you could do, you would be needed.
Then I realized that I was in a car, and the trees were racing by me.
It was pitch black outside, I looked at the clock. 4PM. Why would it be dark? I didnt know. I was driving alone...my own car...a weird colored Grand Prix.(i dont even have my licence) I started to panic. Where was my family? I searched and barely spotted my dad's blue truck up ahead. we were on the highway(which was SOO packed and everyone was speeding), and i weaved in and out of traffic to catch up with them. I got there and said I didnt want to drive...i wonke up about then
it was a bad dream.....adios for now.
Last night's dream was really horrible, I think. I'll do it with full detail (even though, in dreams...alot of the details make NO sense..soo...).
In one part of the dream it was snowing in July...that part changed to another.
No snow. The county decided that they wanted to build condos in our yard (the part nearest the road.). They started and pretty much forced us into giving up that part of our yard. The roads, then, were finshed. (I think our yard was bigger in my dream)
The strange part is next. The men started building, but one of the machines that they used had gone haywire and (with it's round blade)created these weird circular tunnels (they were made of this weird metal material that was almost impossible to break). The builders then started trying to cut the tunnels with it's blade so they could continue building. It was flinging all these shavings into the air, of dirt, rocks, and metal.
Meanwhile, during all of this, I was as mad as can be. I cried and begged them not to build there. So one night I went to my dad's garage and found some black spray paint and a hammer. I was going to destroy these condos and the roads. But when I went to do it, I saw all the commotion going on at the constuction site.
The machine had flung so much dust and things into the air that the dirty cloud it had created was blocking out the sun (it suddenly was morning).
The next thing I knew, I was watching the news. There had been another bombing in New York. (the world trades center had been rebuilt before this.) I saw some terrible footage of a man at a gas station in NY. A repoter was yelling in the chaos, "Giant pieces of debris are flying every where!!" Just as one crushed the man pumping gas. Someone, then, was interviewed. He said "the worst part of this happening is seeing the people dying...letting out their shaking breaths and gasping for another."
This was called a national emergency, and, if you could come, what ever you could do, you would be needed.
Then I realized that I was in a car, and the trees were racing by me.
It was pitch black outside, I looked at the clock. 4PM. Why would it be dark? I didnt know. I was driving alone...my own car...a weird colored Grand Prix.(i dont even have my licence) I started to panic. Where was my family? I searched and barely spotted my dad's blue truck up ahead. we were on the highway(which was SOO packed and everyone was speeding), and i weaved in and out of traffic to catch up with them. I got there and said I didnt want to drive...i wonke up about then
it was a bad dream.....adios for now.