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There were three components to my dream this morning that I can recall (and made a point of remembering). In the first part of the dream, GWG and I drove out to some sort of function, and then decided to go skating at a nearby rink. Since we only needed one car, he drove in his Impreza. The guy was driving like a maniac on the snow covered roads! He was narrowly missing pedestrians and other cars, and in the lot, he would spin the car and spin his wheels while looking for the best spot to park. We narrowly missed a group led by JC and were followed by some guy who also showed off some wheel spinning maneuvers.
We eventually stopped in one parking spot where GWG told me that we were stuck, so I got out of the car to help pull him out of the rut with a pole attached to the front hitch. There was a loud cracking noise and the car suddenly crashed through the ice and ended up submerged in six or seven feet of water. The size of the water hole was just large enough for the car, so there was no way he could open the windows or doors to get out.
I could hear a muffled scream emanating from the car, and it got louder, and louder..
I found myself playing around with a bunch of relatives back in our younger days, but one looked different. I recognized KarmicMayan but didn't recognize DL. She looked so thin and had all these spots on her that she looked sickly. Anyway, I had them chasing me around the table when DL ended up crashing into one of the tables. She fell down and started foaming at the mouth and went into a grand mal seizure. I tried to keep her from flailing around too much and told someone to call 911. The other kids weren't much help as they just hung around and jabbered. Then DL told me,
"Call 511."
511? Okay, I told the kids to call 511 instead. Then she corrected herself,
"Call 519."
519?!? Okay, I told the kids to call 519, knowing that they probably wouldn't..
I walked into some sort of apartment unit and had a meeting with a bunch of known criminals. They were running an illegal sweat shop in the unit and I was supposed to get the evidence needed to take them down. I looked into one of the rooms and noticed some stairs down into a large room with rows and rows of people working on some factory machines. I continued walking to the end of the unit where the meeting was to take place. There were a few small pets clambering for attention. They looked like puppies actually, but when I picked up one of them, I found out that it was a cat! The cat held me in a vice like grip and one of the leaders told me that he knew who I was, and that he would deal with me.
Then there was a lot of commotion and they all fled the unit. I was able to free myself from the cat, who felt betrayed by her master, and made it to the back patio window where I started taking pictures of the fleeing criminals. The ended up bumping into some sort of back street gang and started having some sort of shoot out. I took a lot of good photos of all of the elements involved. Once I was done there, the authorities asked me where the sweat shop was, and I lead them to the room. Only that the room wasn't there! In it's place was a normal looking kitchen with a group of old ladies playing mah jong. The stairs down was gone, and the floor was tiled.
Undaunted, I started checking the floor and noticed a very soft spot on the floor and began to cut. I peeled away the floor and found another layer underneath. Then I cut again, and found another layer, and another, and another..
