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I'm in my hometown. I'm here for my best friend Summer's wedding. For some reason I visit the local high school. There is a job fair event going on and they are providing lunches. I grab my food and begin eating. It's a plate of spaghetti with pieces of sausage and bread rolls with butter spread. It's very filling and I feel guilty about eating everything because I don't want to gain weight. I notice a lady arguing with a clerk behind an office table. "My daughter should be getting an hour lunch break! You are telling me she works here and only gets thirty minutes?! That's ridiculous," she yells. "Think about it. It'll take her ten minutes to get to the nearest fast food place to eat. She barely has time to eat, nevermind how eating will probably mess with her makeup! That takes time to fix before she can come back to work. She needs at least an hour!" I finish my food and leave. I start driving in my car but before I get on the highway a huge thundercloud rolls past heading in the direction of Summer's house. It moves at an impossible speed and is gone within a matter of seconds. I pull out my cell phone and call Summer. I tell her that there is a storm headed her way and to call me when it passes so I can come over. Then I drive the opposite direction toward the beach. Once I get to the bridge that goes over the bay I notice several police cars ahead, and a military helicopter flying overhead. I park my car and get out. There is a crowd of bystanders looking at something. All of the sudden a motorcycle flies past them - only there is no one riding it. It heads straight for a concrete barrier but instead of crashing, it passes straight through as if it were a hologram. Then it comes back, but this time an older man (probably late fifties) is riding it. He stops in front of the group. He's wearing a purple futuristic looking suit, and another woman (I can only assume is his spouse) shows up next to him dressed in similar attire. All of the sudden she falls through the road up to her shoulders - like it's water or something. She motions everyone to come forward and touch her so she can show us it is not an illusion. It's weird feeling my hand run down her neck to be stopped abruptly by the cement ground. I assume they are demonstrating some kind of top secret technology and that it is very illegal - hence the police cars and military personnel closing in. "We have to leave now," a man in the crowd yells, "The military is recording the names of all of the people witnessing this!" "The government should not be allowed to suppress technology like this," I say out loud. It doesn't matter though. Everyone starts scattering. I walk back to my car to drive away in a hurry. [UPDATE: This dream setting took place when I was to be in my hometown to attend my best friend Summer's wedding. That has come and gone now in real life. Oddly enough, during the wedding ceremony on the beach (i.e. the same beach I was driving to in the dream) the exact same military helicopter did a flyover. I had never seen one fly over the beach in all my years growing up there. I just found it an odd coincidence that one just happened to do so after I just dreamed about it happening within the same time frame.]
Updated 07-06-2012 at 05:25 AM by 49327