What is Going On?

I've neglected this blog just as I knew I would.  But lately, I've been having questionably disturbing dreams, at least for me.

For the past two nights, I've had recurring dream imagery: a drowning vehicle.

The first night, it was a man driving a truck who thought he could either make it on this bridge that was in the process of being built right over the water and went to the left-hand side too far; ended up nose-diving in and sinking, thinking there was a roadway there, I suppose.  I freaked out (in-dream), wondering if there was any way he could be saved or if he even knew what he was doing, or if I had literally just watched this man accidentally kill himself.  After the truck was completely out of sight, out of no where, a few men with ropes attached to the bumper (how did they get them attached?) began pulling the truck back out and to safety.

Last night (and arguably the less disturbing part of the whole dream), I turned around as a flight of stairs and floor of a building was flooding to see my car begin to float (again, how did it even get there?).  I knew I couldn't do anything about it and had to keep moving to get out of the building quickly.

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In the first dream, I had gone out to that "bridge" (with Jordan, my fiancee) because I was under the impression that it was something I could easily walk across (there was more dream before this that I can't remember at all now).  I thought I'd be able to drive across it, observe the work going on, look out at the water.  I found out quickly I had been wrong when I came to an abrupt stop in front of some tan-skinned men working mere centimeters above the top of the water.  The "bridge" was in the process of being built, and had the consistency of flexible styrofoam.  We could barely walk on it and felt awkward since we didn't know what to do other than drop to our knees and watch the men work.  We couldn't walk on any further past them (at least not without concern for our safety).  I don't know what happened to our vehicle.  That's when the above incident happened with the truck.  Afterwards, we walked back to the land to a tiny shack that seemed to be barely holding together.  We were suddenly being chased by a rabid raccoon, and it was hard to keep its nasty teeth off of our arms.  We did our best to get out of that tiny shack, but it seemed almost futile.  We grappled with the coon as we lunged for a window (or small door?) with no pane.  We turned around and saw the huge face of a grizzly bear.  Our instincts were to run, even though we'd always heard to play dead.  We found our vehicle parked in front of the shed.

I suppose I woke up.

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The second dream is so long and involved and confusing that I'm not positive I can type it out.

I don't remember this part very well, but I had been forced to fight my way through a terrifying labyrinth.  There were tight rooms with loud, grinding machinery that would do horrible things to my skin if I got close to their gnashing gears and blades.  All the rooms were dark, and many had dead ends with the exit not readily obvious.  It took me an excruciatingly long time to figure out the location of one of the final doors, which was trimmed in sky blue, was automated in some weird way, and had gears on it like the machinery room.

The next thing I remember is walking through a large open room with columns and gold and red patterned carpet.  I was not exactly of "high status" or well-liked.  Somehow, though, I gained some sort of entree, and ended up in a small room with our current First Lady and the President with another girl.  Mrs. Obama was very nice to me, and even though Mr. President was a little distracted, he was humorous and kind.  She gave me a few pieces of paper with typed words on them that outlined the duties of the President as though she were trying to make me understand how difficult it was for him.  I looked down at the words and could feel/see their depth in the paper, immediately understanding that there were things about his position that I just didn't know before.  I felt such a communion with everyone in the room, like I wanted to keep the moment forever.  Suddenly the words in the paper "punched out," like they were actual cut-outs.  I worried that I would lose them and that no one would believe I had been there in that moment.  The President and First Lady had to go, they were needed on stage and were actually running extremely late.  He would end up having to run to get there.  The other girl and I followed them out, feeling like privileged rockstars.  We could hear his name being announced over the speakers, "And now, the President of the United States!.....The President of the United States...!"

Suddenly there was a rumbling in the foundation of the building and I was lost in a frenzied crowd.  Something bad was happening and we all needed to get out.  I got in the elevator to go down, but it wasn't working.  The doors were closing and shutting way too quickly, threatening to halve anyone who stepped back through.  I didn't want to do it.  Someone I was with couldn't take it any more, and tried to time it.  She didn't make it and was killed right in front of me.  Keep in mind, the rumblings are still going and are more intense, knocking people off-balance.  There was another automated exit across a walkway in front of the elevator.  One door came down while the other behind it slammed open and closed.  I remembered from my dream memory that someone had tried to go through it before all this happened and got knocked in the head from the inside door's normal swing open and shut, so I was legitimately hesitant.  Before I could make up my mind, someone runs through it, gets knocked so hard in the head (because these doors are slamming harder and faster than before) they are unconscious (and possibly dead).  Three people get caught under the door coming down, and while one makes it out, two people (who are lovers) get killed by being smashed underneath.

I decide there's no way I'm going to go through all this automated B.S. and remember seeing someone take the stairs (either before this happened or after, not sure).  I run as fast as I can down flight after flight (we're on the top floor).  For some reason, I already know that one of the floors has had a water main bust on it and has no electricity.  I either have to stop on that floor and just do.  It also happens to be the floor with the labyrinth on it.  There are men in coveralls and vests trying to get things fixed so that the water will stop gushing everywhere.  When I step into the water (the depth is questionable, but it's not over my head) and turn back, that's when I see my car.  It's hard for me to remember whether I was momentarily in the car or not, dreams are weird.

I know from my time in the labyrinth before that the blue-trimmed door is the only way to get into the area, but I'm worried it won't open since before it was automated.  It does anyway.  I'm oddly amused by how weird the labyrinth looks "turned off" - it's just weird, damp rooms.  I come to the machinery room again, and although it's turned off at first, a man in there is slowly getting things turned back on.  It becomes a problem since I don't know how to judge my distance from everything, and I worry that I'm going to get hurt.

The way I get from this room to the outside is pretty foggy, but eventually I'm in my car and I suddenly notice I have the ability to take a road that merges onto an interstate.  I gun it, unsure of whether any cars are coming, and am crying and shaking from what I have just gone through.

I wake up in a daze, unsure of my surroundings or how I got there.

I will say that there was an even WORSE aspect to this dream.  At some point, I recognized that whatever was happening to the building we were in was reoccuring.  That we would try our best to get out, and then suddenly we would time travel or something, and be back at the beginning right before it happened to rewitness the entire horrible thing again.  At one point, I made a friend (possibly the girl from the room with the President and First Lady) and we pack a backpack with what we feel like will be the essentials in a public bathroom right before it's fixing to happen (again).  All I can really remember is a flashlight, because I keep playing with it since, of course, it doesn't really act like a normal flashlight.  We use the bathroom and I drop my phone in the toilet.  I'm afraid it won't work, as I proceed to messily pee (am I not sitting on the seat??).  I think I drop my phone AGAIN half in the urine.  We get ready to face whatever is fixing to happen.

That's the only snapshot I have of it, so perhaps it happens after I get out on the road or even after I fall back asleep?  I do thing I dreamt about parts of it on and off all night long.