In my dream tonight, I was on a field trip in a small village, and it started flooding. We were on some kind of hill and water was rising. I had been hanging out with some people, but they went and got food, and I was the last to order tacos... and the lights kept getting dimmer and dimmer. And then no TACOS, just rising water. And were running looking for high ground, and that's where the water was coming from. So I just followed the water, because the lower ground had less water and was even draining it. And the lower I got the less water there was, as the water had been piling up onto the high ground.
Segue into my second dream, my friends and I found some dry land and we started to scavenge. I asked a passerby if he had a knife, and he gave me a red handled to part knife, one for each hand that somehow assembled into a single one. One half got lost in my pocket, and had attached to a p-51 can opener that poked me, when I took it out and was looking for the other red-handled half of the knife, but I forgot I had pockets. So, I gave up and got out on the street to look for scraps to make some kind shelter or to patch and cap whatever was drowning us on the hill, and found lot of junk we could hammer into flat sheet metal. And so I needed tools to cobble something together like a screwdriver and hammers and stuff.
Segue into my third dream, the Calvary showed up with
cargo, and drop-shipped tents, tech, and robotic-guns-on-motorcycles.
Men included, and they all looked liked black clothed clones on black
bikes. And I greeted them from inches a way, and my CO tried to
descalate and hide them from us setting up camp. After that the whole
scene was ruled under martial law in around the relief camp. A lot of
people called it a slurry scene, and either one side or the other was
going to win and the losers would be slurried he called it. Anyhow, one
of techy things the calvary brought were memory pills. My friend and I
popped one from Schedule 'E' and there were about 12 capsules in a
slender tube stacked-like even. And she was saying they have mp3's and
downloads that do the same, "but I don't know why you'd do that." And
that's about when I swallowed and there were little images and people
inside my head dressed and I had didactic recall of their lesson plan,
but I was so suprised by it's effects, that the pictures in my third eye
immediately stopped explaining stuff to me. And I needed to take another, and a third to continue the lesson plan. Never did, I still don't know what my mission was.
