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I am turning the corner into my neighborhood, I'm walking with someone, I don't recognize them but just assume they're my friend. We hear a voice call us from behind and we turn around to see. It's a male who looks to be in his late fifties. He asks us if we want to go to the acid field. We say no thanks, because he has the look in his eyes that there's creepy intent behind them. Then we start to walk towards my house again, but then he says something to us again, he says "let me give you a ride to acid field." I still don't trust him and want to go home, but my friend start walking with him, I don't want to leave her alone with him so I go with them. Then we are at this place in a hidden run down hangar. There's junk everywhere, and junk for seats. He tells us to go sit somewhere, so we do, there's about 30 other people my age here sitting, I recognize some of them from high school. We're all watching these two girls fight, and there's a pair of boy getting ready with the hand wrap to fight next. I come to the conclusion that the guy was collecting people to fight at his fight club and that I would have to fight, I looked around and saw no big competition from boys or girls so I didn't mind, but instead he sent me down this thin path that was lined with jungle, roots, vines and it was night. I don't know what I'm supposed to do, but then I knew without seeing her that my twin flame was here, and I completely submitted and laid down on the path. I was going to sleep near her. Then sudden;y it was day, I got up and continued walking forward and the jungle came to an opening and it was rows of unused farmland and I saw her green tent on the left side of the path and when I saw it move I ran into the field on the right of the path and kept running. then i woke up. [what a coward]

The road that leads up the hill from my current home is actually the same road I used to walk up to get home from school when I was young. For some reason the Neighborhood Association has seen fit to flood this area with water that is almost waist deep. In my mind I'm questioning the wisdom and reason for this decision and can't come up with any rational explanation for it.

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I do recall that when I was young the intersection by the corner of the school property would get some standing water in it, maybe enough to splash a little while riding a bike through it. It never seemed deep. Now...the water is deep enough to require wading and it seems to be at least knee-deep for a couple-hundred feet. I don't get it. I know the water hasn't always been there because I can even remember how it looked when the road was given fresh asphalt when I was still in school.
Sadly I never solve this mystery but the water seems to no longer hinder my movements after a few minutes of pondering. I'm still standing at the corner and I see a game-disc for one of the Playstations in the house. I pick it up and start to put it on the shelf which appeared next to me but I realize that if I do my son will come and take it to his room. I put it on the shelf anyway but I push it further back so that he may not notice it immediately. I don't really have time to deal with its placement at the moment.
I get in my SUV and look back to see a police officer approaching the intersection and he seems a little inattentive to his driving. To prove this he turns onto the side road I am on, just a little over from the flooded intersection, and sideswipes my SUV. WTF! I keep watching as he passes me without stopping and proceeds to a house a short way ahead of me. He gets out of his Bronco-style vehicle with a large bouquet of roses that he clearly intends to give to some lady he is enamored with. I suspect his love has blinded him to anything else in life, yet I find no joy in this. I'm still left with a damaged vehicle.

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I get out and begin examining the Lego constructions that my son has left on the shelf across the street (which still looks like the neighborhood but is somehow part of his room). Some are larger than others and represent different times of his life but all are complicated and intricate.
Coming to my senses I literally ask myself out loud, "What am I doing?! My vehicle just got hit!" I put the Legos down and start examining a piece of sheet metal about 3 feet on a side. It's bumped and damaged from where the police officer's vehicle struck it though I can push out the dents by hand. I wonder if I can do the same for my vehicle and I only briefly wonder why I'm looking at a piece of sheet metal from my son's toy box.
As if on cue my son shows up to ask me what's wrong. We get in my vehicle which seems to be a combination of my SUV and a house I've never been in but apparently share with my family and anderj101, among others unnamed. I really feel the need to make a report about the police office that struck my SUV and I turn to see his license plate. The numbers seem to change and at one point I even think it starts with an exclamation point.
Staring at it long enough helps resolve some of the numbers just before he drives away though I know it will be easy to identify him to the police. He not only had damage on his vehicle, his vanity plate indicated he was from California, a little far from his normal jurisdiction.
To communicate this I decide to use my vehicle's console to send a text-style message to the police. I want to start typing but the text-box is filled with characters clearly put there when anderj101 was visiting some other website filled with hundreds of chat room names. These room names take me forever to delete as I have to push a button to remove text and the screen only shows one text-line at a time. I've got to tell anderj101 not to use my vehicle for surfing chats in the future!

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To type this message, which I decide I should post on DreamViews, I have to push two buttons on the dashboard until the proper character is displayed and then move the cursor one space over. It's a frustrating process and I know it will take forever yet I plod on, slowly working out my message about the terrible officer.

And that's all I remember clearly. I know there was also some strange demon-like person wearing a hooded robe that I took for an obscure forum member who advised me on my memories of the flooded intersection but I can't quite put it into the context of the dream.

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