This was a wierd dream because it didn’t feel like me so much. I was walking with a boy about my same age, and I think we were both teenagers. Someone else had been walking with us, but they had just reached their house. As we were walking, someone very drunk and very mad decided we’d be good targets. He had a bit of a limp, but he noticed the boy also had a limp. We managed to get to a very large old house before anything happened. It might have been where we meant to go, but it’s not clear. We get to the door and it turns out to be a small group of Jedi that live there. Not the movie Jedi, but Jedi realists.
After a jump, we are behind the house, along a stream. Every so often there would be this surge of water that came from the left. The intensity seemed to grow, enough that the wave would reflect from downstream and come back. But at that point, it wasn’t like a water wave, and I saw it more as a separate visual, light bouncing back with some sound, kind of like sending compression waves down a slinky. It’s very hard to describe something that doesn’t happen in real life. I look farther upstream and see a storm wall. When the surge hits, you can see some water splash up at the top of the wall, and then the water comes through the bottom. I ask if that’s safe and they assure me it has never caused much damage. After all, the house is old and still standing.
We’re given some silly little things, like stickers that are of this groups symbol or something. I guess I stay there, but there is some drama later because I also still somewhat live with some other people, one might be a sister. I was back at that house, and they were just leaving, without asking if I needed a ride. I talked a bit to the other person, because it pissed me off. Basically we both talked about not talking enough.
The the dream really shifts and I’m in a car driving through what is supposed to be New London. It’s pretty random. We stop at an apartment that doesn’t have a front wall on it – maybe I have xray vision lol. My cousin Christi lives there. I notice that the floor plan of her apartment is similar to ours (which is isn’t, but must be in the dream), but there is a wierd patch of carpet in the kitchen right in front of the sink. We discuss this, and I tell her what carpet shampooer is good for around $100. Then I leave. It’s very random.
I think that’s the important stuff. On a side note, 2 nights ago I had an airplane crashing dream, which I haven’t had in a very long time. At least this time it didn’t try to crash on me. It was more that I saw a medium size jet turn slowly in the distance, but going too low. Then I heard the crash. I don’t know if it was a precursor to the Blue Angels jet that went down in Beaufort yesterday. It could be completely unrelated. Unfortunately, I’m also not sure what that dream means for me. I’m just noting it for the future, in the event I do figure it out.
