Night of September 28-29, 2009

I remember some of a city. I think it was San Francisco, especially at nighttime.

Night of September 27-28, 2009

I remember being with Mama. It was a windy day and we were looking at a large flagpole on the building at the beginning of Saint Andrews road. It was partly hydraulic so it could absorb the stresses of being pushed around in the wind. The flagpole turned into a massive construction crane and we found ourselves at some docks with a river. The crane had to operate a draw bridge. While we and some other strangers watches the crane, it picked up a huge bundle of I-beams and began to swing it around. It loaded them onto a truck which drove around up some large scaffolding made for vehicles towards the river. It rounded the corner and was going so fast that it leaned off onto one side of wheels. It went out of sight for a second then, after going off a jump at full speed, flew over the river. The road it had to land on was elevated and the truck could never had made it. The truck smashed into head on obliterating the cabin and, inevitably, the driver. No one could believe what had just happened. It was getting dark and a large spotlight illuminated the driver's floating body. A lady was already calling the emergency number so I put away my cell phone and woke up.

Night of September 26-27, 2009

I remember a lot of weird stuff in the beginning like horses, school, shopping centers etc. Near the end, I had to, with Natasha, go to Blockbuster to get a Transformers movie for her, Mama and Grandma who was visiting. It was really expensive (₤6) and needed to be returned on the same night. Mama appeared and we got distracted looking at other movies and then at a cool hoodie which was white, had big squares of color and a black checkered interior. It looked kinda chavvy though Mama thought the inside was actually green so we started arguing (friendlily). I was a bit stressed because I had to be somewhere (I think the airport). About to take the jacket to a stranger to ask him to settle the argument, I wake up.

Night of September 25-26, 2009

I remember driving for a little bit up to a gas station. The type of neighborhood was like the Sunset. Natasha was there and she continually, non-stop complained about my jeans and threatened that I needed new ones. It was very sunny, the bus drivers were cranky and there was a Mexican restaurant; good to be home.

Night of September 24-25, 2009

I remember two little boys. They were discussing/arguing something.

Night of September 23-24, 2009

I remember being at school and the dream revolving around someone's grades on a test. Could be Camille D.'s.

Night of September 22-23, 2009

I remember being in a city. It looked mostly like SF. There was a hospital (which, around back looked more industrial like UCSF than the JR) and I had to drive through it at least twice. Each time was with a new group of people. I think the first time was with my family and the second with some friends. There was a chimney thing and every so often a little poof of a fireball came out of it. I liked explaining how there was hydrogen coming out as well as well as CO2 and the CO2 would block up the chimney for a few seconds so there was a build up of hydrogen. The heat would ignite it.