I was walking the dogs at a military installation. I noticed that the periphery was surrounded by a tall chain-link fence. We got to an area with a wide open field and I thought it would be a good place to let the dogs run. So I took them off their leashes. Shortly after that, I noticed groups of children up on the hill. They were all around the same age and I realized that there must be an elementary school over the ridge. I didn't want to disturb them or frighten them, so I decided I had better get the dogs away from there. I looked around for them and they were at the far side of the field. Good, they were not near the children. I made my way over to where they were. When I had almost caught up to them, they ran into a housing area. There were several other dogs in the street where my dogs had gone. I was getting ready to call them back to me when a black pit bull attacked Bongo. He had him pinned down on the ground. I decided I had better stay back and call them from where I was at, because the other two might also be attacked if we were in their territory. I ran a few yards back and then called them. Two dogs came scrambling up to me. They were both friendly, but neither of them were mine so I shoed them away and called some more. Another dog came up to me. I was looking up at the time because I was distracted by a noise. I clipped the leash onto the dog. There were several helicopters in the sky and a couple of airplanes. Then another airplane came into view that was spinning out of control. There was no doubt that it was going to crash. I ran to get a better view. I had to pull the dog with me, because he did not want to follow. A building obstructed my view, so continued to run toward an openning, trying to keep the plane in view, all the while pulling the dog behind me. I got one more glimpse of the plane before it was out of sight. I finally made it to the clearing, but the plane was nowhere in sight. It must have gone down somewhere behind the trees to my left. The dog was still pulling backward. This was not typical behavior for my dogs. I looked behind me to see which one it was and was surprised to find out it was not my dog. No wonder why he was not cooperating. Then, I looked around at the field I was standing in. There were groups of soldiers working around big crates. some were digging with shovels and others were trying to pry the crates open. The helicopters were now leaving the area. They must have delivered the crates. Obviously I was observing a training exercise. End of dream.
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