Scared To See

(Night before, I asked, what delivery went well?)

I’m with someone, or several people, seeing a military plane (real skinny with long pointed nose) on a level area, pointing to the left, at the bottom, or near, of an ocean. It’s still in working order, the government having a military outpost here, so that they are close enough to the middle of the earth, so that they can send out a bomb, to the core, and blow up the earth. I mention that if I were to come upon this plane, while under water, I would be scared to see it because of how big it is.

There is a Mexican(?) family, mom, dad, and young teen daughter (with long black hair?), who live on the second story of an apartment building. The daughter is playing with a blanket sized piece of plastic, hanging from the railing.

Military men, dressed in black, and carrying a rifle(?), are running, to the left, to a fight / war (not sure). They are running through a short grassy meadow(?).

The Mexican family is with them, but running to the left of them, like in a “V” direction. There is a person, standing in the top middle of the “V”, making sure the men are going in the correct direction. This person is watching this family, not moving.

The family goes through the middle of a building, as if there were a tunnel, but the entrance was covered, not a door, but something thick as a door, but flexible.

When they were on the other side, I realized that it was their apartment building they went through, and that they were defecting.

Looking up, I saw the plastic still hanging, and pointed it out to them. They are not able to go back in, and get their things, for fear it could be dangerous. Seems though that the daughter was able to keep something of hers.

I see miniature horses, and small dogs(?), hooked up to sleighs, with people. They are leaving the area, taking a path that looks like the left turn of a track.

I see a man, looking like Bill Murray, gliding through the middle of them, like a skier / ice skater. He is wearing thick-soled, colorful thong sandals. I know that once he gets so far, he’ll have to start walking.

(From Oct. 6, 2014)

Briana is swimming in ice cream. She went in with her clothes on, taking them off, except bra and underwear, when she is under, and left them there, underneath. She decides to float on her back, her stomach sticking out.

Out of the ice cream, I notice she has a tattoo, on the outside of her forearm, of the name Steve. The letters look like balloons / bubbles, with different colors inside the letters, backed with a black background.

She has another tattoo, the f word(?), but the f is replaced with other letters.

(Ali’s dream)

He is in a huge building, dressed in camouflage, black boots, and military circular hat. Men are shooting at him, but Ali is quicker, shooting them first, using a pistol / glock and killing them. The men are mostly Arabs, with some Somali’s, terrorist’s, and maybe some Hispanic’s.

The building is like a maze as he runs from them. He then sees that he has to jump to make it to the roof / terrace, where there is greenery / grass. He starts to run to the right, but I am on the left, wearing shorts, telling him that it’s this way, running fast the whole way, with me in front.

The roof / terrace slopes down, then back up, being hilly, finally reaching to a valley below. The greenery continues to the end.

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