Driving, Trains, and Buildings exloading.

I was in a car with another person, though who it was I cannot remember.  We were driving to a place where the employees for a company would park and then ride a train to work.  We got there by driving though a set of plastic dividers, and on the bottom of them where shells like from very large little-neck clams, or some other clam like that.  We drove though them doing 30 or 40 MPH and I rememer worrying that we might damage the clam portion on the bottom due to the speed we were going.  But I believe the driver was afraid that we were going to miss the train.

We got to the place where we are supposed to park, but there was a do not enter sign.  The driver ignored it and drove though the wrong way and parked in a parking space.

Somehow we got to the factory where these items were being made, what they were I cannot remember, though i remember talking to someone who worked there and they mentioned that "There are no handles on the doors."

As I was talking with them an alarm started sounding.  There came with it a voice over the intercoms saying for everyone to evacuate to the 3rd floor.  I saw in my minds eye (or outside of myself?  The building outside?)  A window in the 3rd floor explode outward and a huge fireball follow.

I woke up to my alarm.

Flying cars, and bridges from nowhere.

In last nights dream I found myself in a convertable car.  The car was flying though the air, though inky blackness,  I remember playing with the channels, and 'seeing' the names of the channels going by above the vehicle, like in GTA.  After going though the stations I turned off the radio and soon afterwards the car landed on a bride.  I got out of it and looked back, and saw just a wall of blackness, almost like a scene from Silent Hill.

As I looked back I noticed a brock wall appering out of nowhere, and walked towards it... following that another couple of wals slowly merging together into a single wall.  Looking closer I noticed a crack and though it a single spiral staircase.  Somehow I knew that this was a staircase going up from a basement, and not one heading downward.

As I looked I saw though the crack a shadow slowly shuffling towards me, and heard moans, slowly growing in strengh.  From behind I was attacked by a zombie and I remember attemptign to attack it with my bare hands.  I was awoken by the alarm clock before the dream could continue.

Fireworks mine?

Last night I dreamed once again.

I found myself at school, and I left there, heading off with no destination in mind.  I found myself stopping at a store that I knew to sell fireworks... Walking though I saw where they minded materials to make them, and as I walked though I noticed monks from Tibet, wearing robes and using materials to make sand mandalas.  I noticed later on that the people who worked there were sweeping up the mandalas, just as soon as a monk finished one, before he had even left.  I remember thinking to msyelf how insensitive the people who worked there must be to destory these beautiful works of art.

I'm not sure if anything else happend.  I just wrote this up from memory, though  did make a voice recording of the dream upon awakening.

Boarding house.

Last night I had  a dream that seemed very familar to me.  In fact the first words out of my mouth were, "I have dreamed about this place once before."

I found myself in a old broken dwn room.  the floor angled down toward the wall farthest from me at about a 35 to 40 degree angle.   The door to a hall way was on my left, at the far wall was a dresser laid upoits back, instead of drawers there were shoeboxes, and I knew that they were full of things that I had written myself, code, among other things.

I left the room. Looking around I saw another room across from me.  there was a sign hanging from the door saying "Chuck's Room"  There was another down on the right that said "Maternity Ward" with another sign beneath it, saying it was closed. To the left of me was another closed door, and to my right was an open one.  I walked into that room.

Sitting on an old run down couch was Megan from work.  She was playing with a remote control, trying to change some settings being shown on the TV.  I took it form here and started to look for certain files.  Seemingly knowing what I was doing.

I remember thinking to myself that I had set up this system, but for the life of me couldn't find the control that she was looking for.

Seeing numbers on the screen, I recognized 666% settings, as well as a few others.

I was woken up by my brother after seeing this percentage.

A few things that confuse me.... why was 'my room' at such a angle when the other room wasn't.  Why did I think of it as a boarding house, and as being haunted, but somehow controlled though the use of the technologies.... Just too many questions I think...