Dreamt a series of strange dreams. One was, my friend L. was flying in from somewhere and we were waiting for her, knowing only she was coming in on American Airlines, and sure enough a space shuttle looking craft flew over really low, coming in for a land – “American” real big on the side. I think I dreamt this because before bed I was thinking that all ships reentering Earth’s atmosphere are being scorched by my third eye.
Elsewhere, me and two other friends were utilizing the subway system in a place that resembled D.C., but a little off – we were headed I don’t know where but had to go back and make sure we knew where we left the car. We were already halfway but decided this was ideal. We were each put into cargo crates with warheads. I was on top of my warhead thinking I was being buried alive and “how many more stops?”