Massacre of the Strange Sailors

So this ship appears and all of the inhabitants on it (7, in all) have a mirror image on my own vessel. They all look very similar to my shipmates with just very slight differences. For one, they all look dirtier and more disheveled than my people. I recognize that the only difference between the sailors on this ship, and my own vessel, is that the strangers lack order and strong leadership.

Now I am in a house on the beach. The house belongs to me and my shipmates. The strangers have broken into the house and are trying to get into a room occupied by me and my shipmates. There are two doors. I try to lock them, and tell the others to lock them, but they keep coming open and the strangers are pushing at the door. Everyone is panicked.

I have had enough. If I do not stop the strangers they are going to steal everything. I grab a knife. It is a serrated knife with a black handle. One of the doors comes open again and I let the stranger walk through this time then I stab him in the chest when he's in the room. The stranger falls to the floor. Another comes through the other door. This time I wait until he's entered and I stab in in the back between the shoulder blades. I stab him again and he falls. Now I have gained confidence. I go hunting for them. I know that they are in my house and I'm going to kill all of them.

I find two crouching against a wall. I stab one and then stab the other and leave their bodies. Two have escaped. I go outside after them and find them but it is light now. I tell them that they are my prisoners and I march them back to the house (where I plan to kill them). On the way I pass a lesbian couple. They know some of my other shipmates but I don't like them. They ask me how I am. I say something like, "I'm sick and worn out just like everyone else in the house." By saying this I hope to dissuade them from coming over to my house.

I arrive back in the house and apparently it is a restaurant by day. The two dead people I left against the wall have turned into a two large piles of chopped meat. A woman I do not recognize is cleaning it up before the customers arrive.

Joining the Army

I am somewhere, in a place, I've been doing something important that I can't recall. In a house, I think.

Then I feel a sudden need to take care of something. I run to the highway and begin running on the pavement. It is as if I'm on one of those "electric sidewalks" at the airport and I am moving very quickly to my destination.

I arrive. I am here to sign up for the army. Outside, behind a fence, and up on a hill is someone from one of my college classes that I recognize as a member of the military. The sign-up sheet is a warehouse of sorts and I know that the person I need to sign with is a middle-aged woman. She says hello then disappears for a while. I find my way to her office and sit. I am firm in my intention to join the army.

She arrives. I specify that I am to join the military if a war breaks out. I am confident that this is the right path. Two members of my extended family walk by, a much older male second cousin (in his 50's) and a slightly younger second cousin (early 20s) I hide my intention to join the army from them. I don't want anyone to think I am doing it for personal glory.

Heroics in Donut-Land

I am in a building, like a large warehouse. I am with 7 girls. Some fall into an elevator shaft and are hurt a few stories below where I am standing. I can see them clearly through a long windowed-wall. The building starts to shake. I know that it is going to collapse.

A girl has fallen in the hallway outside the room I am in. I yell, "Get out of the building!" Some girls are already escaping via sort of slide that goes down to the ground outside.

I go into the hallway to rescue the girl on the ground. I pick her up and take her by the arm to the main room. I am joined by another girl. I also take her by the hand and we are the last ones to escape from the building.

On the ground I find that the "world/land" I am in is donut-shaped and divided into theme parks, of some sort, with each segment of the wheel consisting of different colors, building shapes, etc. I reckon that there are about 13-20 segments. People in the segments near me know what I have done. I feel proud.

A police officer recognizes me but doesn't speak to me. I know then that all of the police officers come from the spoke of the wheel. I have never been there.

I run into a friend of mine. She is pushing a baby stroller. We make plans to meet at the last segment of the land. I arrive there and it is purple and dark blue. There are animals roaming around and they are white and kind of dreamy. Everything here is a bit surreal. She doesn't show up and I go back through donut land looking for her. The dream ends as I end up back at the original segment (the one with the fallen building).

Plane Crash

I am in an airplane with my dad. He is trying to crash-land the plane. I look out the windows and there are missles being fired at buildings somewhere in the distance. This is the reason for the crash-landing.

We land on the highway. Everything slows down as we move through the traffic, hitting cars and missing others. We finally come to a stop. Dad leaves pilots cabin and says I must take the elevator down to the ground. I am furious! I say that I will take whatever way I please down (I would rather climb down) but then hop in the elevator anyway and ride silently with my father and another male passenger. I am surprised that I am not ashamed of myself for my outburst.

The elevator opens on to a patio party of some sort. There are people there that I recognize and others are talking about the missle strikes. Someone speculates that it was the Supreme Court who fired the missles. The dream continues but that is all I can recall

Campus in the Dark

Wandering around my Catholic college campus in the dark. Other students haven't arived yet, or are at mass. It is sometime before dawn. I am in the main building and am finding my way around easily and am not scared of being in total darkness. I find my way to a cafeteria of sorts. There is a light on in this room and I sit down for a minute. I hear the voices of other students and I know that church has let out and others will be coming soon. I leave the room and wander back outside I am (strangely) looking for another dark place to roam through

Grandma tells me about Grandpa

I am with my grandmother who has recently passed away. I do not know if we have been talking for a long time or if she has just appeared. She says, "you know your grandfather thinks he's going to die soon."

I say, "Does that mean I should go and see him?"

She nods her head and purses her lips (in a way characteristic of her)