Understand My Dreams

Dreams bomb

I was working at Hugo’s on a day I was supposed to have off, so I went to find my manager to complain about the fact that I was there. I walked to the back room from my till up front through the aisles. When I reached where the meat department should have been, there was nothing but a huge hole, scorch marks, etc. It looked as if a bomb had gone off. When I entered the back room, where the stairs should have been to get to the break room was instead a wall. The back room, where stock normally would have been stored, was bare and seemed neverending.

I'm sitting on the stairs on my grandma's attic with an autistic kid maybe 2 or 3 years older than me. Blonde hair, green eyes, blue and white striped polo shirt, and tan shorts with a ton of large pockets. I don't know him, but I feel that he's important. A short man maybe as tall as me jogged pass us up the stairs panting, "Quick they're coming!" I know what he means, airplanes that drop dangerous bombs and fighter jets. I grab the autistic boy's hand and chase after the man, climbing another set of stairs that never really existed in reality. I look back and say, "We might need to turn around and go down." However I keep going up, ending up out of the house in a field. I had never been there before. Taking the boy's hand we run in the open and I see the jets circling. I see a set of bleachers, knowing somehow a person is going to save us and come in a plane to take us to safety. I see hundreds of innocent people climbing the bleachers. Standing there waving their arms. Looking for hope. Me, the boy, and the man are a hundred yards away from the bleachers. Then I see the bomb dive into the bleachers. Bodies are thrown everywhere. In front of me a hole opened up acting as a tunnel into a laboratory, we run in seeing all the scientists. They all in unison say, "Everything is ok." I turn around and the boy is gone. So is the man. As if they disappeared. I leave the laboratory and sit in the grass, holding my legs. Rocking back and forth, then I feel calm as if nothing happened and that everything that happened was all just a game.

I had a dream about me and a lady (like an corrupt FBI agent or something) that were fighting in this building like a hotel, and I ended up winning so I handcuffed her with those toy hand cuffs and left her in a chair with a bomb nearby. She diffused it but did it wrong so it went off and caused a few floors of the building to collapse. I saw this and felt terrible about what had happened so I ran back to the building to help and found a place where they were signing up volunteers and in this place there were a bunch of government officials I met a Sargent and a Naval officer there they asked if I had seen the explosion and were suspicious of me it felt like and I said no I just heard it and ran to come help. So they began to have me fill out a bunch of info in a room that was pretty personal info and some weird random questions then I woke up.

I was working at a grocery store on a day I was supposed to have off, so I went to find my manager to complain about the fact that I was there. I walked to the back room from my till up front through the aisles. When I reached where the meat department should have been, there was nothing but a huge hole, scorch marks, etc. It looked as if a bomb had gone off. When I entered the back room, where the stairs should have been to get to the break room was instead a wall. The back room, where stock normally would have been stored, was bare and seemed neverending.

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