dream fragment

So I'm on this train. It's like an old western cowboy train..and I got all these backpacks..full of god knows what. For some reason they were important. The train stops and it is time for me to get off, it's in a big city in modern times...with a steam engine train..go figure..So I got like 12 backpacks and they are too heavy to carry, I get like 3 of them off the train before it starts moving. I'm hauling ass and throwing the backpacks out the windows.. then the train gets too far and I realize I just ditched all my backpacks in the city and homeless people think it's a U.N. supply air drop and they are stealing all my shit. Last thing I remember was screaming "Fuck! My backpacks!" Never knew what was even in them.

I dreamed I was inside of a building at night, or early morning and had an argument with some people inside, so I walked out. It was dark and the parking lot was full of cars, then i heard a series of loud bangs and impacts on the wall beside me. I saw a guy hit the dirt to avoid bullets as smoke popped off the walls where he was standing. I looked to my right and saw a dude wearing a brown vest, blue jeans and maybe a ball cap holding a semi auto rifle. it was weird looking, he cocked it by twisting the barrel back and forth and then he started shooting again. people started running everywhere. i got behind my car and i heard a voice tell me to get behind the engine. i reached into my car and got two pistols out. a little 380 and a glock with a rubber coating on it. i don't own a glock and it felt like the gun was coming apart from it's coating. i put a round in the chamber and crept up behind some other cars to try to get close enough without being seen. the dream turned into a free for all with everyone walking around with guns out looking for this guy who had just vanished. I woke up and turned on the television only to find that there was an active shooter at joint andrews...that turned out to be some kind of drill...not buying it at all.

Cold medicine screwed my dreams up, they all bleed together into a soup of nonsense.

I remember me and a group of people we were outside this really old stone mansion. Parts of the home still had wooden interior but it was water damaged and stunk. Someone had purchased the home and I got the feeling they made a big mistake. There seemed to be no roof and while sitting on a swinging bench with some woman, I looked up to see the huge full moon. There was a cabinet with 13 shotguns, and a weird device that was dripping water. When I walked back outside it was day light and I began moving some fallen limbs from nearby trees. I saw that one of the limbs had fallen with a bird house and I started removing the pieces when i heard a hissing and a snake came out. It had been eating the baby birds and was trying to get away. It was about 6 feet long and silver with yellow spots. I tried to chase it, and that's where the dream turned to me being indoors at my parents house and the snake retreated to the spare bedroom.

The next hing I remember was riding around on what looked like a small motorcycle that someone had gotten for Christmas. There was this stranger there and we started talking about cars. I asked her to tell what the fastest stock model Mustang was, and began to tell her about the 1992 Fox body mustang the police used to drive. For some reason I was convinced that this model was the fastest ( probably because I used to have one)

Later in the morning after i had awaken a few times I tried to focus on the target mission of the great pyramids but only briefly did I actually see them, and there was no one there. Diphenhydramine was playing a number on my concentration as I found myself in the weirdest places and not able to stay connected to Egypt....at all. I'll try again tonight.