2-0-2-2-0

My father is the former President of the United States. My father is Ronald Reagan. The current president is killed, and with no one to turn to, Reagan decides to step in. In a weird way, I also work for him, as I am a secret service agent, along with 3 others that are on this special team to complete a specific task. It has to do with a foreign relation, because we are about to board a plane and fly to our destination across the seas. We are transporting a package that is very important to this mission, and has safeguards to it in case it doesn't reach its intended recipient. All of our team has had an implant in our bodies, which are connected to a timer. The timer is connected to a backpack, which one of us wears containing "the package." If we don't de-activate the timer by the time it reaches zero, all of us will be killed by our internal implant, which will release a toxin in our blood stream.

There has been a delay, and Ronald is going over his speech for what he will say to the other party. Once we start finally boarding our plane, I notice the backpack timer is ticking with 20 seconds left. I freak out and take the backpack off of my partner, and rush it across the room to another guy who has the deactivator. He's already feeling the effects of the implant, and we rush to inject him with some antidote drug.

The deactivation code was told to us in briefing, but I'm panicking and can't remember the sequence. Then it comes to me. 2-0-2-2-0. The timer has already reached zero.

A girl in training said, "Right for chai, left you die."

The Old Man and the Sea

The beginning of something between dream and thought...


Luke had to remember. He just had to. And why did it seem so real to him? Was it a dream? Details seemed to come and go. Luke was now deep in his thoughts. Then almost like starting a film reel, the memory began to play in his head. The rolling sounds of the waves crashing upon the shore seemed to invade his mind. It was dark, but a brightly lit night from the moon. He thought he had probably ran far enough now. He was somewhere he could be alone; and this is where he liked to be. The ocean and Luke seemed to understand each other, speaking in a language he did not comprehend but understood. But then, up above the horizon, something he hadn't seen before.

A hooded figure walked toward the beach a couple hundred yards in front of him, but something was not normal about this figure. The oddly short and wobbly "man" walked down towards the water hurriedly, like he had a specific purpose. Then he abruptly stopped. Then something happened. The man whisked his hand up in the air, and almost at once, the rhythm of the waves stopped in their tracks. It was as if time had stopped.

Luke watched on in amazement and horror as the hooded man then lifted his other hand in the same motion, and again the water obeyed his movement, and suddenly rose backward upon itself as if retreating back into the depth of the waters. The now large wall of water suspended and awaiting further command was still, and the man casually walked toward the now dry land which once was ocean, and then down an opening of a large chasm. In haste, Luke ran toward the shoreline to get a better view, but was careful not to be seen. He now saw what looked like a heavily wrinkled older man, now with his hood hung behind him walking quite briskly down what appeared to be stairs made right from the earth itself. And then, a door appeared. The man flung his hand forward, and the door abliged, welcoming him inside, and then politely closed. Then Luke thought about it. Would he do it? He looked at the still standing wave and then made a dash for it. As fast as he could, Luke sprinted toward the staircase, following the same path of the man, and reached the door. The thunderous sound of the wall of water was loud and now not far behind him. He knew what was coming next . . .

The End of the World

I am on a road trip with my family in a nother city. It's a major metropolitian city, such as New York, except we've never been there. My brother had decided to take a trip elsewhere with friends and we dropped him off at the train station before we decided to drive around town. My friend Edward had also decided to travel by train to another destination. There's a little bit of frustration and arguments about where to drive and traffic and such, when we notice people are looking up into the sky, with amazement and awe. What bothered me was the reaction by the authorities, and police. I look up and there is a small plane flying and behind it trailing is a woman in a bathing suit and skis as if she is water skiing. She is holding something large which I begin to realize is a cannon, and is military green and made of metal. I can hear radio signals from police and hear the words "cannon" and also other words of panic. The public is unaware there is danger, and believe this to be entertainment. This woman flies overhead, while we are driving and my eyes follow her to just ahead in our road when something falls out of the "cannon", resembling a cannon ball. I don't see where it lands but almost immediatley a bubbling up from under ground occurs and lava begins to explode forth from the ground.
"Dad, it's lava. There's lava coming out of the ground towards us. You have to turn around." My dad doesn't understand, but then realizes I am telling the truth. Enormous amounts of lava begin to bubble out of the ground and we turn the car around and I am shouting directions..."left...right...turn here." As we turn around, I look at the city scape and notice there are several others like this woman flying around dropping "cannons" everywhere. Almost at once lava is engulfing the city with the force not that different from a raging river. I begin to panic, but also to think about where to flee. I am now out of the car and unaware of my parents whereabouts. Somehow I know to head towards the water, which I do, jumping across building rooftops and roofs of homes. At this point I now am safe from the lava, but look at the city below the point of where I am, which is all but gone, and under a sea of lava. The first thing I think of is my friend Edward and my brother. I quickly run to the train station, and there is a door leading to the train terminals that is blocked off. I ask to be let in, and the attendant says no one is allowed in. Somehow I plead with her and she lets me look for my surviving friends that I tell her I am looking for. As I walk in, there are people sitting around in seats and in and around train cars. They have been kept here, not allowed to leave. I don't think most of them know what is going on. After searching, and also trying to call my brother on his mobile phone, I find Edward sitting in a seat. At the same time my brother answers the phone, and he is safe somewhere in another part of the country. I grab Edward and he begins to follow me, as well as a few other friends I also have seen there. As this is happening, I notice a man who is Asian and has an accent with a military-looking profile, but of militia not of state-military, walks in and starts taking a few people by pointing them out, one by one. They begin to follow him out, and Edward and I happen to get caught up in their grouping. When the people in this man's group turn to exit, we keep walking towards the door where I came in. Nothing is said, but as we are about to leave, the man stops me and says "Where do you think you are going?" "No...I am not with you, I came to get my friend." "You think you know what's going on here don't you.."
He continues, as he puts his finger on my face , pointing at me. "You are American. American is anarchists." "What? I don't understand." He repeats himself, with broken English. "Americans! You are American! In here you are Anarchists! You no care!" Apparently we were in a different country, and "here" means in this country.
All I was thinking in my mind was how to get out of this place.

Here the dream ends.

The Singing Dog

There is a dog that is very near and dear to my heart, and has almost a human quality to it. I can talk to it, and know its thoughts. This dog also sings. We are out playing in the back yard, and there is a big puddle of water. The dog starts playing in the water, and gets sick, and is no longer able to sing. He cries out to me and I go and hold him.

"I can't sing anymore."
"I know... it's okay. It will come back...I'll take care of you."

I loved this animal.

She Resides In The Toy Store

I am in a mall, and more specifically, a large toy store, the kind with levels and almost on like the ones on television. Located in an office the the front corner of the store is the office of the Bishop, I'm assuming of the Episcopal Church, of which I am a part. The Bishop is an elderly woman, maybe in her eighties, but possesses great wisdom and is very physically able and strong. I am sitting with her in the office just passing the time talking, as it seems we are very close friends. She is telling me great things and just being her compassionate self, when the phone rings, she answers and then has a look of concern on her face, but also of inevitability, says "Alright then," and hangs up.

She looks at me, sighs, and says "Well, it's time...my time here is up" "Someone else has taken my place." She almost immediately starts packing her things to give room to the next Bishop I'm assuming. I knew we would have our time later to talk, but for now she needed to greet her people to give them comfort and to say goodbye. We opened the door and there were tons of people lined up to hug and to say goodbye. One of the people in line was a former priest of mine, and was surprised to see me there.

"You know the Bishop?"
"Yeah, we've been close friends for a long time."
"How about that?"
"Yep, she's a great person."

Paris

The new school building for where I am employed has finally been built. For some reason, I don't know my way around. It's my first time there. I see my principal carrying around a radio, and stop her to ask where my classroom is. Hurriedly she replies "Paris' ... its next to Paris' room."

"Paris..??"
"Yes...Paris [Belligrino's] ? room, down there on the right."

So I quickly walked down to my room, and sure enough there it was.

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Note: So this morning at our faculty meeting, I asked my principal, "Does the word Paris mean anything to you?" She thought for a moment, and said "No...I don't think so, why?" So I told her about my dream. After a minute she said "You know, come to think of it, I'm reading a book right now, and Paris is the main character in the book.

Where's My Car?

I am at a type of carnival, riding go-carts. After walking around to go back to where I am staying, I realize I don't have the keys to my car, and must have dropped them. I am searching missing keys at a sort of command center, and my brother is with me. For some reason I do have my spare keys with me, and am on my way to unlock the car.