armuse
Lurker

I was walking down the main street that goes past my neighborhood with a group of 10 or 15 people when someone points out that there is a tornado. I see it in the distance, approaching us slowly.

(tornadoes are one of my major recurring dream signs; they often show up and I often have to run to shelter from them, usually with other people. Im not particularily afraid of tornadoes, and even in the dream do not experience fear- i just seem to go along with it. )

So we start running down the street, when suddenly, missiles start cracking through the asphalt and flying into the air. We are dodging the missiles and we run down a side street that doesnt exist in real life.

At this point there are only 5 or so people in the group. We run up to a house that has a basement that is accessible from the side of the house, as it is built on the side of a hill. We run down the steps to the basement

entrance, passing several cats on the way. We enter the house through a sliding glass door. Inside, there is a large glass wall through which we can a sloping hill going up from the basement. we can see the bases of trees and we are panicking because the tornado is close apparently. I look around the basement and see a door opening to the bathroom, as well as a door opening into a small room which has one of those hair machines for drying hair that usually can be found at old laides' salons.

The dream changes- how much later, im not sure.

I'm sitting in the economy section of a plane. My mom is sitting next to me, in the window seat. SHe asks me what I am going to do with the money we stole. (apparently we stole millions of dollars from somewhere)
we are flying over snow capped mountains. I spend several moments deciding that i will spend the money on several houses, cars, a yacht, and to pay for college. { interesting since this was a topic that I was frantic about before I went to college-- funny how these things stick with you}

The dream changes again

I am being chased around an old fashioned- looking city. I move around by kicking off the corners of buildings, flying great lengths with each push. I am being chased by a group of policemen with old fashioned british-police style hats.

A woman gets in the way of my escape; I accidentally smash into her or clothesline her or something.

One of the policemen screams in rage that I just killed his wife, and the chase begins again.

{throughout most of this, I am laughing, ecstatic; the chase is not frightening, it is funny-- another recurring dream sign of mine; I have never had a dream in which I was being chased by something scary-- all my nightmares include confronting something supposedly evil; never fighting it, not usually seeing it.}

They chase me into a square in the city, however, there is noone around, unlike in the cobbled streets where i killed the policeman's wife. The square is made up of a hanging garden of weeds, shaped somewhat like a maze. The weeds are hanging from white railings of sorts, though they are not very high- only 3 or 4 feet above the ground.

The dream fades- I briefly remembered another dream after this, but as I am still new to dream recall and LD it escapes me.