I had a ton of dreams last night, the last one was like a movie, me and my girl were in it, but the main plot was these 2 crime families or something, it reminded me of the kind of people in The 3 Musketeers, like Spanish people from that timeframe. My awareness followed them around for a lot of the time. I remember the main guy and his lady were really not wanting to join some higher-up ranks or something but they were coercing him to. I can't really remember that well. But me and my girl's paths would cross them, like we were at this party that was at their house. I remember a lot of random moments. Ironically the part I remember the best was when she and I were on some assignment from our boss or something, I think we were supposed to be spying on these people. We had been at a music festival and they left so we had to drive back to where they were going in the middle of the night. We needed to stop to get gas, but her car's windshield started fogging up. She turned on the defogger but it didn't do anything... I was like you have to turn on the A/C (this actually happens all the time). We pulled into a gas station and all of a sudden we were in some completely different place and confused. We got to our boss's house m(or whatever he was) and the guy was like "what the hell were you doing" and showed us on a map how we drove all over the place, we told him we must have been drugged and didn't remember. Then I woke up.
Before that I had a way more vivid and memorable dream. I was sort of overhead looking at the Grand Canyon (well it was supposed to be, it didn't actually look like the Grand Canyon, just a big canyon). George W Bush and Obama were walking down the canyon, like either they were giant or the canyon was tiny. As they walked, they were smiling and carelessly knocking into the sides of it which caused rocks to dislodge. I was talking to some people and I was saying this must not be real because it wouldn't make any sense for these 2 presidents to be so gigantic. But then my awareness zoomed down and I was actually partway up the side of the canyon walls, down below them. I was with a large crowd of people who was cheering for them. All of a sudden I realized that all those rocks they dislodged were boulders, and there was a landslide coming straight toward us. I started screaming at everyone to climb up out of there, I was really terrified (usually my dream emotions are blunted but I felt desperation). But people kept cheering as the landslide bore down on them. It buried tons of people under tons and tons of rock, it filled up the canyon like halfway, right up to the point that I had to dodge some rocks but didn't get buried. I kept imagining what it was like for those people who got crushed and buried... some of them must have been buried alive with no hope of getting out, broken and struggling for air. It was pretty awful. Then I got out and I was in a music festival that was being held next to the Grand Canyon, and everyone was partying, and I kept trying to get people to come help me rescue people from the canyon but everyone was acting like there was nothing to worry about. Then vaguely that dream transitioned into the first one I wrote down, I woke up at some point between them.
Symbolism much? 8)
