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01-25-2013 -- [Earliest bits are faded, but much of the later bits I can remember pretty well. This dream came after about four hours of sleep, and actually involves waking up in the middle of it, and falling back asleep and going back into pretty much the same dream.] Earliest bits, I can barely remember hints of BC and Disney shows, probably at Videopolis. Then things shift to a setting of a kind of college campus crossed with the Cathedral-like setting with a huge stadium / lecture hall area in it that I have dreamed of, frequently. Though it also seems to be shifting into almost a warehouse setting.

Anyway, I have some of my stuff in a big semi-trailer sitting at the docks, though the set-up is kind of weird. Where the trailer meets with the tractor, the connection almost looks like a sort of top, with a screwdriver head for a power drill sticking out the bottom, and kind of floating just an inch or two above the tractor, somehow held in place by a self-generated energy field. I'm kind of unloading a couple of bags of my stuff that is on the trailer (kind of think of duffel bags and my old green hiking backpack), while I may be supposed to be keeping an eye on the truck.

Something seems to be going wrong, and at first a tiny bit of smoke seems to be rising from both ends of the trailer, but then it is getting thicker and darker, and it seems almost like a fire is starting to spring up. It seems to be growing and spreading, and I don't know what to do about it, so I start running to one of the nearby buildings to try and get some sort of help. There I find a security guard who asks me if I have run all the way across campus to properly notify the main office, and I'm thinking that with my size and shape, if I did that, the entire thing would have burnt down before I could get over there, and it would be very irresponsible of me. But that's what he thinks I should have done.

On the other hand, he gets some others, and they come back with me to the loading docks to fight the fire. It is getting worse, and we can see smoke and flames coming from the trailer, and the top seems to have stopped spinning, and is now making a sort of grinding sound as the screwdriver head on the bottom snaps out to a 45 degree angle, and the trailer collapses perhaps six inches to be right on the tractor. Those fighting the fire are now hosing water over everything.

Another truck has pulled in, absolutely ignoring us fighting this fire, and have started unloading their truck, and and dropping huge crates of supplies around and even on top of my duffel bags, and I am running around, trying to shift the crates or move them to be able to get my stuff, so the guys unloading the truck are trying to lecture me about how I am not part of the union, and am not allowed to help unloading the truck or something. Idiots.

So we're down in the loading bays, and it is wet, and hot, and sticky, and an utter mess. I glance over, and there is a sort of a square tunnel in the wall (kind of like the one tunnel in the old drainage ditch where it ran under Dale) and I think it leads somewhere where I can get out of the water. I walk through it rather quickly, and that was a mistake, because it turns out it was covered in spider webs, and I find myself covered in webs and dozens of big, dangerous spiders.

Thankfully, I am dressed in a thick, yellow firefighting suit, so the spiders can't reach me, and I am brushing the webs off, and crushing all the spiders against the suit, coating it in a green coating of slime. Once I manage to kill them all, I start to remove the suit, and then I am stupid enough to walk through the tunnel again, and get coated in spiders again. But I no longer have the suit on, and as I start to crush and scrape spiders off of me, they are all biting me.

Within moments, my hands start to swell up with these large blisters of bubbling and swelling flesh that get bigger and bigger before they pop, splattering ooze everywhere. It is very disgusting and halfway painful, and I am rushing to a sink, trying to wash everything off. Thankfully the tunnel leads into the university (or whatever this place is) hospital, and they help dealing with my hands, which are soon lightly wrapped in bandages.

But soon I am back out in the loading dock area, still trying to get my stuff, including managing to lift the trailer up a few inches, long enough to pull one of my bags out from under the collapsed end. [About this time I woke up, but since I was short on sleep, and sleeping poorly, I did not write the dream down, only tried to remember it, then drifted back to sleep, and back into more or less the same dream, though the loading dock was turning into more of a full warehouse than just a loading dock.]

Somehow they are unloading another truck or two, and among the things they are moving around, are a couple of beds, at least full-size, yet made up, and ready to sleep on. They pick them up, shift them, and then repeat. Oddly I see something flying through the air, and I immediately fire with a gun I am holding. Somehow it is a sort of a laser gun, and yet it ejects cartridges as it fires, and what I've shot turns out to be a bed flying through the air that crashes to the ground, by lands on its edge, standing up. Odd.

Somehow we're out in fields, with some low-growing, young plants along the lines of corn or something, and other fields that seem more like the wet rice fields. Some of them are the right kind, some of them are the wrong kind, and we are kind of walking between them, trying to cull the wrong kind and strengthen the right kind. Meanwhile there are two groups of us, and hints of two leaders that are friendly, yet opposed to one another (kind of like Tecumseh and the Prophet from the Alvin Maker tales).

Both groups are in the fields, and they are supposed to agree, but one of the brothers is trying to betray the other. The other calls all the people together, and calms everybody to stop the betrayal, but then he wanders off, because he needs some time to himself.

We are standing at the head of a sort of river, dotted with small islands, and the bad brother is trying to start up the betrayal again, by standing by the river and trying to part the water, like Moses. But he can't do it very well. He doesn't have the power or support, so he can only part a few yards of water.

The other brother isn't there to stand against him, so I step in, hold out another staff, and gesture for the Prophet (who now seems to be a third group) to speak, and he leads both groups to walk along the banks of the river, one on each side, and to be separate, rather than fighting each other, and they go off, kind of embarrassed.