Thread: Colin's Dream Journal

I'll post some old dreams that stand out in my mind:

Approximate date- sometime last year:
Third person perspective

I'm playing football with a couple of friends up at this field by my house. We play for a while, when a red pick up truck pulls up at the parking lot. We walk up to him, and he rolls down his window to talk to us. He is a fat man with a black mustache. He looks a little bit Hispanic. He points to one of my friends, and tells him to go get him a newspaper from one of those newspaper boxes. He gestures over at the box that is for some reason standing in the middle of the side walk. There is a crowd of people around it. Now, all of my friends go to retrieve a newspaper for this stranger. The man slowly pulls out of the parking lot and drives towards the newspaper box. Once there, he stops, opens his door, pulls out an AK-47 and guns down the whole crowd of people. He speeds off. I walk towards the bodies, and on the newspaper, there is a headline talking about a terrorist group taking over the city. There is a picture of a group of guys posing with guns.
(time gap)
I'm in my basement, and there is a lot of people down here, including the mayor. There are a few secret service looking guys standing around with guns. This is some kind of secret underground meeting, and the mayor is talking about how the terrorists have taken over the city, and they are "running the streets". He goes on for a little bit, and all of a sudden the door to the basement bursts open, and everyone starts screaming. A man starts walking down the stairs, slowly, but the last thing in the "frame" is his boot. Before I get a chance to see him, I run into the laundry room, tear the lid off the water softener, and hide in there. Now the "camera" shows me inside the softener, and I can hear gunshots and screaming.
(time gap)
I'm at a Minnesota Wild game. This is probably awhile after the attacks. As I'm watching the game, suddenly one of the players falls. For some reason, he is the only one on the ice, and there is a puddle of blood growing around his head. A goalie skates from the bench, and starts hitting him on the head with his stick. Then, this fat lady sitting next to me gets shot out of nowhere, and a voice on an intercom starts say "The terrorists are back! Nowhere is safe!".
(time gap)
I'm running out of the Excel Energy Center, except instead of being in the city, it is surrounded by farmland and trees. And the trees are like the one in the movie 300, with dead bodies twisted around them. There are also people hanged from the branches.

I will post some more old dreams later.