March 8, 2012 dream

1. I look outside of the window in the dining room in my house and my eyes widen. From the horizon are coming black clouds, but I quickly realize that the clouds are actually hundred or thousands of black planes. The cover the entire sky, flying over our house. Then the bombs falls. Boom boom. I run away from the window, as my mom instructs. (Mom, younger bro, sister, and I are there). A bomb explodes on our front yard, then really close to our house, the windows exploding into shards of glass.

2. I'm walking in a grey corridor, talking with a strange creature. Apparently, everyone avoids it, but I'm talking with it. It's shorter, demented looking, and dressed in black. It's sort of like... a ring wrath, I'd say, in the clothes style and walking style. So yeah, I talk with it.

3. I'm swimming in the ocean, and I'm some sort of ocean creature with flippers. There are others with me. We're just swimming around when a boat appears, trying to catch us with those big fish nets. We all get caught in it and are panicking. I realize that if we jump out of the water for a moment then come down with our flippers really close to our bodies, I can slip through that wholes of the net. I tell everyone else to do that, and they comply. We are swimming away from the boat when we hear one of our own crying out in alarm or fright, still caught to the nets. But the boat is too far away for us to help.

4. I'm a human, on the land of the same beach of the ocean above. There are other people sitting down, tanning or whatnot. Behind us are lots of trees and tree roots. I'm jumping over people, bring to get closer to the ocean. I'm about to jump over one older lady when she says I can't jump onto a particular spot since it belongs to some famous person. I ask who and where the person is. She points to a tree trunk behind us and says he's in his grave in that trunk. I go past her.

At nighttime, we're being attacked by these weird, demented cat-looking things. We're living in tents near the ocean. They attack in 2's or 3's, and we have guards to ward them off. So, we fight.

In the morning, I'm talking with my mom, and she shows me this doll house looking things. When she opens a drawer in the house thing, there are small rat thingies in it, living their own worlds. My mom explains that even though something seems evil, they really aren't a threat.