Some football stuff, but I can’t really recall as it was in the first dream session.
Then, a more interesting turn of events. First, I remember something vaguely about getting to a new york airport. I think I was on an apda trip, and we were trying to get to/from NYU, but we were having trouble finding the right area. And, we were on a bike.
That transitioned to me being at home, in my room. I was looking out my window when out of blitz fucking nowhere, a plane flies over my house and crashes across the street. I remember being concerned for the people onboard, which seems silly coming from me. Then, I remember another plane coming towards the house, and it being hit *hard* by a truck as it crossed the road. I looked at the cabin of the truck to see if the driver had survived, but in the dream world he wasn’t there.
I went to dad, and he and I were somewhat horrified at the flow of events. Quickly, I saw Combine soldiers (not civil protection, the actual soldiers) running around outside my room (like, outside my house, where there isn’t actually a roof for them to stand on). They came in, pulled out a magic vacuum device that pulled all the dust out of my room. They kept talking to us in combine-speak, but I wasn’t really able to understand.
I soon ran downstairs, because I had a nagging feeling that they were going to blow up my house. I hid in the basement, but woke up before anything actually went happened beyond that point.
I swear I had some other strange dream, but I can no longer recall.
