Thena

I'm making my way through a college campus until I get to the library. For some reason, I "own" a section of a bookcase on the second floor as though it's my on-campus apartment, but I'm getting ready to lease it out to a new student. I want to meet with her ahead of time to make sure my books are going to be kept safe. When I meet this woman, I get the feeling that she isn't what she appears to be.

I offer to take her for lunch. There's several different cafeterias to pick from, but most of them are reserved for students only. We pass one labeled "Alumni" that looks more like a fancy restaurant, but it's restricted access. We settle on the general cafeteria that's open to visitors. I leave the woman at the entrance and walk over a few steps to chat with my friend, Paul McCartney. On a hunch, I took her student ID and scan it while I discuss my concerns with Paul. We manage to identify the ID as fake when it comes up as not being attached to a meal plan.

I say good-bye to Paul and head into the cafeteria, where I bump into "Jane," who I haven't seen in a long time. She tells me that her husband "Brad" is on an Air France flight to Paris and that she's waiting to see it take off. There's a long window on the other side of the cafeteria, and outside, you can see planes flying. Jane leaves once she sees the only plane with Air France colors take off.

At this point, I actually woke up because there was sunlight in my face. I checked my watch to see the time (7:30). Then I rolled over, started going over the previous dream in my mind, fell asleep and re-entered the dream.

The view outside changes from airport to ocean. I spot something in the water that looks like a killer whale's dorsal fin. I watch, expecting to see a whale surface for breath, but instead it's a Boeing 737 floating in the water. Other students rush over to the window in time to see three more planes rise to the surface before a large wave crashes over them. It's almost like the planes are surfing the waves like dolphins do. Horrified students head back to their classes or dorms as word is spread that there was no one aboard the planes. A businessman who was on the verge of losing everything sank the planes for the insurance money. Still, people are pretty rattled.

I take the elevator up to the second level, where a few students are gathered around discussing the incident. Shortly afterwards, the elevator doors open again. It's the resident assistant, a pale boy with light blonde hair. He looks even more shocked than the rest of us, and he's accompanied by an older man that looks like his father. I assume the father is there to help him because he looks so overwhelmed.