Dream Journal

I’m in the land of the Dark Tower. There’s this big classroom full of students. Three or four of us are selected from the group to go on this great journey. One student is jealous as we leave, and says “Why do you get to go?” There was all this preparation before we left. I was to get into a plane and traverse the world, stopping in key points along the way. There were a few optional stops. This was a great honor, a great beginning. It seemed to start in H . . . arvey?, Australia, and circle the globe, but my compass might have been off.

I’m in a car, driving through a big, natural land with lots of green trees and camping. I think we’re still near the land of the Dark Tower. Rebecca and I park at a parking lot. We’re a block away doing something, but I keep checking on our car. There are all these people near it and perhaps it’s due to my fear expectations and focus, but they start going through our stuff in the car, eating our food, drinking our drinks. I run over there and roar angrily. I hold up each item and declare its price and demand repayment. They keep scurrying from car to car. I overturn one car and then flip over another. While doing so, they pile into the last car and escape.

So I guess I must be following them because I see them in a campground and begin to terrorize them there. Soon I’m behind the wheel of their car, smashing it into trees and driving it off a steep incline. I think police come now. Off to a great start!

I’m traveling all light and hi-tech. I think there’s a space station involved in this and many dreams from which these adventures are orchestrated.

And there was a lightning vortex at Blaine House. There were three of us in the basement.