The bulk of my dream took place in underground tunnels. Right before I woke up, Jaina and the girls and I were living at the end of an underground tunnel.... it didn't have a door. The girls had a big bed, and Jaina and Misha had a bed in a separate room off to the side. There was a high tech alarm clock that could teach you about music, and played a really nice song from the 80s to wake you up. The girls were still in bed. I was sitting on the floor awake, because I had had to take Misha to put him in his mothers arms. I heard foot steps coming up the long hallway that stretch to our unit. They were very quiet, like someone was trying to sneak up. I thought it might be aliens. I decided to quietly as I could run to the door way and see who was there. I did. I surprised them, this behavior was not expected, they hadn't realized that I wasn't a sleep. In the hallway was about nine people, one reminded me of a vintage Paul Newman type big easy guy, leaning on the wall. I actually couldn't see them very well because my dream vision was slightly contorted... I don't know that I realized I was dreaming, but I realized I had incredible powers. I blasted a fireball out of my hands, through the tunnel to incinerate the intruders, and then created an impenetrable film to block the door to the hallway and protect my family.
Earlier the tunnel dream had started when my parents and the Donlingers and Jaina and I walked out of a portal into a foreign country, it felt slightly like Morocco, but also slightly Eastern European, Polish or Slovakian. "The Dad" who was with us was a brute of a man. He wore a suit, was balding, a big Russian seeming guy, he saw liquor bottles in a kind of egress, that was almost set up like an alter for liquor. He grabbed the bottles, and we walked down a step, stone street, to a bottom space, where there was a check point with Guards with Sub machine guns. The road stretched across a long flat vastness to the horizon. We took a left. Apparently this was "The farm" in "North Carolina" We walked till we found our selves in underground concrete tunnels. It was the basement of my parents house. My dad piled lead contaminated drop clothes and paint chips in the back corner of one arm. Then we pressed wrestling mats into them to contain them and threw a Hefty garbage can full of bentonite clay on type, with a shovel. I kept thinking we should put a sign up, so future generations new this was poisonous lead.
90s hip hop in a restaurant with Jill And Abby... Felt kind of how French Meadow used to feel to me when I was a kid... So hip so Progressive... There were hip people working behind the counters and there was good music I hadn't heard in for ever playing. Earlier Atmosphere, Gift to Gab, good hip hop. Alex Rand showed up. He wanted water... There was some confusion about who's water was whose, he drank someone else's water, or else had to go to fill up somewhere....
Jaina and I had come up the driveway on the side of the eaton's House. Kai and Lisa were doing a teacher training and we had been brought in to present, or take over or something. Everyone left, and only Lisa and I were left, in a big room, that was either a restaurant or Lisa's office. I told her I'd walk her where she was going.
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