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The entire dream took place near the shore of a large lake. The odd thing was there were no buildings, but there were foundations where it looked like a building should be. There was one area that was clearly a sleeping area from rows and rows of bunk beds that were there.

Dream
I was on a jetski and I rode it up to the shore where I bunch of people were congregating. Somehow knew they were Muslim and, oddly, I felt that I was also Muslim. Walking up to a large group of people that were involved in this festival type activity, one of them called to me, "Napoleon!" Suddenly I had a sense that I was Napoleon Dynamite and I walked over to him. They were standing in a really large foundation, playing a game (passing some kind of a ball around). One of the men seemed kind of antagonistic to my presence. He would glare at me and whisper things to an older man. It made me a little nervous.

The older man walked up to me and ordered me to kiss his daughter. Feeling like he was setting me up, I refused but he kept persisting, pushing his daughter toward me. After a few more refusals and me pushing her away, he ordered me to kiss his wife. I looked at his wife, who seemed afraid at this point, then I walked away.

I headed toward the bunk beds and laid down on one of them. This is when the younger of the two Muslims stormed up to me. He was screaming at me, but I couldn't understand what he was saying. He was pissed, nearly hitting me a few times. I stood up from the bed and looked toward the water.

Dream
SM and I were walking in the parking lot of a mall. We were headed to the movies to see The Desolation of Smaug. I had the impression that the movie wasn't playing at one theater, so we were walking to the other theater.

I recall sitting in the theater, watching a movie, but it seemed like a really short time had passed before we were standing out in front of another theater waiting to buy tickets for another movie. Ahead of us were two older couples and they were trying to buy tickets for Lord of the Rings. One of the older ladies had mentioned that she wanted to see The Desolation of Smaug instead, but it wasn't playing at the theater they were at.

I told her we had just seen it and she asked me where, but I couldn't remember. I took out my cell phone and tried to look for where it was playing near where we were, but either the app kept shutting down or I couldn't read the text or the data was coming in to slowly. I kept trying and trying to give her the information, but it just wasn't working. SM was getting frustrated with me and eventually disappeared for a while. But I kept trying for what felt like hours.

At some point, I walked over to some benches where I saw SM laying down on one of them. SM started yelling at me about some old issue we've had in the past and it made me really angry; so I walked away.

Fragment
I was on a train platform. It felt futuristic. I believe the trains was a high speed monorail? The train platform went to several locations (i.e... stairs leading to the city center, one heading to a museum, one heading to a performing arts center, etc...). It was a massive train depot.

I took the stairs to the museum. Inside, I remember a giant marble statue of Atlas holding up the Earth. It was the only piece of art there. Surrounding Atlas were two giant marble staircases spiraling up around both sides of the statue. I realized that I was dressed in riot gear and had some kind of a rifle in my hands (again, it looked futuristic). After I realized this, I ran up the stairs and into the hallway where a small battle was taking place. I ran through the hallway to a front position, behind a pylon jutting from one of the walls and I started shooting toward a door at the end of the hallway.

Fragment #1
I was standing in an empty warehouse. BS and ES were there. We were on the second floor, overlooking the warehouse. BS was talking, but I don't remember the conversation. I had the impression that both ES and I were working for BS and he was telling us what he wanted to do.

Fragment #2
I was at a hotel pool. Surrounding the pool area was a lazy river that snaked its way around large pools scattered around the grounds. I was on an inner tube floating in the lazy river. In the water were giant black blobs that would bend and distort from the water currents; however, they stayed stationary. If someone were to float over a blob, it would expand and envelope the person on the tube. It seemed somewhat concerning to me, but I wasn't really frightened by it. I was focused on steering around them.

Fragment #3
At the pool, BS asked me to go up to the room and get something. I don't recall what I had to go get, but as I was heading up to the room, along the well manicured path (the kind you would see at a resort type hotel), I realized that my upper left canine tooth was missing. I kept poking my tongue through the empty slot in my mouth wondering what the hell happened to my tooth. Then I thought of Duncan Keith.

Dream #1
I was standing on the tarmac of a small, mountaintop airport waiting to board a 6 seated plane. There was a man, whom I assumed was the pilot helping the few of us on the plane. He wore a WWII styled US Army hat (the kind they would wear in boot camp), the drab olive Army fatigues pants, and a deep red Hawaiian shirt. His beard, though cut really short, was nearly all gray. He had an unlit, 3/4 smoked cigar in the corner of his mouth.

The door to the small plane was at the rear of the craft. It opened, rather than from the rear midsection of the plane, from the back toward the side (hard to explain, this is more for me to remember I guess). I thought it was an odd configuration since the props were on the back of the plane as well and we were walked around the blades to get into the plane. My seat was in the back right next to the door, oddly just across from where the pilot's seat was.

Once we all got on, the pilot latched the door closed, took his seat and started up the plane. We taxied to the runway, he spooled up the engines and we took off. I got really nervous when the attack angle started to rise above what I have normally experienced (it was damn near 90°, if not more!). I looked over at the pilot and he seemed unphased by the weird angle, which made me feel better and I just assumed that it must be normal for props that push the plane rather than pull it.

After having that though, I suddenly felt gravity tugging on me. So much so that it moved me from my seat and pushed me against the door of the plane. I heard a click and the door flew open. I quickly grabbed onto the back of the seat that I had been sitting in and held on for dear life. My heart in my throat, I looked at the pilot, as if silently pleading for him to do something. He took one look at me and said, "Alright... Hold on a second. I'll take care of it." He seemed really calm, which confused me a little.

The next moment I was standing in a small mountain village with everyone that was in the plane. The pilot was making suggestions as to what we could do there and reminded us that we would have to continue on with wherever we were going in an hour. He also said that he would leave without us if we were late.

Dream #2
I was buying an old beat up truck. SM was with me. After the purchase, I was driving it home. We reached an intersection and stopped at the red light. I was watching the left turn traffic in front of me move when their light turned green. There was a gray Honda Accord looking car that had just broken it's turn when a white BMW looking car passed me in the lane next to me, obviously running the red light. The white car attempted to skirt around the gray car, but failed when it struck the gray car. Both cars stopped. My light turned green and I moved to drive around the accident. As I passed the white car I saw Geraldo Rivera looking back and me. He was shrugging at me as if he was trying to say, "Help me out. You saw what happened." At first I was just going to ignore it, but I figured that Geraldo is kind of a douchebag, so I will help the other guy out. Yeah... I saw what happened alight.

The white and gray car moved to the side of the road. I turned around and parked my new, beater truck behind the gray car, which was parked behind the white car. I got out of my truck and headed passed the gray car. This is when the driver of the gray car got out of his car. He was kind of staggering around. I grabbed him by the shoulders and asked him if he was OK. He looked at me and I instantly knew him. It was WL, but he didn't seem to recognize me because we haven't seen each other since I was in my late teens.

I was totally surprised by this turn of events and I asked him if he recognized me. He seemed really confused and said that he didn't. I walked him over to the curb and sat him down. I asked him again if he was sure that he didn't recognize me. I just shook his head. I sat on the curb next to him, which is when I had the thought that he was drunk or high. He was acting so weird. He was struggling to keep himself upright and kept trying to lay down. I asked him if he was hurt, but he just shook his head no. I asked him if he was drunk or high. He said that he had taken some medication recently. He said the name, something like peralitan(?). I asked him if that was some kind of barbiturate and that maybe he shouldn't say anything. I told him that I would handle Geraldo for him (because Geraldo is a douchebag and I didn't want him to win this one!).

WL laid down when Geraldo walked up to us. I again asked WL if he recognized me. This time, he took a long look and I could tell that he finally realized who I was. After a brief moment of recognition, he gave me this "oh shit" look. But I told him not to worry. I will take care of this for him.

Geraldo gave me the folded paper and asked me to fill it out. I sat down on the curb and looked at it. I began filling it out, but at some point I realized that it was some order form for CDs. Geraldo had gone back to his car as I was filling it out, so I went up to him and asked him what this form was. He took it from me and agreed that this isn't what he meant to give to me. I reached over to his glove box and opened it.