…my memory is fuzzy until we’re down and outside the building. We’re gathering in a circular area surrounded by a wooden fence. The ground all around the circular area slopes up gentry so that the fenced off area is the center of a subtle creator. Here and there around us are little rocky towers like red chimneys.
I need to use the bathroom. One of the boys in the group needs to go too. He’s tan and has curly black hair. He and I walk through a red, metal gate and off behind some of the rocky towers. After using the bathroom we start to head back but I realize there are coyotes. They’re staring us down and slowing stalking towards us. Instinctively I start walking backwards away from them. I’m scared, and when I look quickly around me I see more coyotes closing in from the sides as well. The boy and I turn to run and the coyotes start moving quicker. The boy and I both look back and the coyotes slow down. Out of fear that the coyotes will make a full speed lunge toward us I continue walking backwards rather than run myself. When I face them and walk slowly backwards they slowly stalk me without breaking into a full chase. The boy who’s slightly behind me now turns and runs. The coyotes don’t give chase because I’m still facing them, but I know now that if they start to chase me I’m alone. I panic, turn, and break into a full sprint. I can hear every last coyote break into a sprit as well. I can sense that they’re following me. I’m running downhill over the dusty, rocky, red ground towards the fence. I know if I can make it there I’ll be safe. I can see lots of people there now all gathered near the celebrities. Running as hard as I can, I take comfort that they will help me. As I get closer I start to call out to them, but they don’t do anything. I realize they’re the filming crew. They all have their cameras pointed at me, recording me. They have no intention to help me only to film me run for my life. The coyotes are right at my heels when I make it to the red gate. I jump up and grab a beam hanging above the low red doors. I look back thinking I’m safe, but the coyotes jump up after me and I quickly let go to fall inside the fenced off ring.
…I certainly don’t remember what happened next and I think my next memory may even be from a different dream... I’m indoors again, inside a very long room with a high ceiling. The room is basically one long ramp that stretches to the other end turns around and comes back to the end I’m at, with one door at the top and one at the bottom. I’m at the bottom with a bald man, but there are many other people in the room. Again there’s a big window, but outside is hurricane like weather and sideways palm trees. I believe that if it weren’t for the storm I would be able to see beach resort outside.
The bald man is looking at the floor. Running all the way up and down the ramp is a mat with writing on it. The bald man is trying to read it very carefully. The other people in the room seem unsettled and are talking amongst each other in low voices. None of them stand out to me except for a man and women at the end of the ramp directly above me. They both look very rich, the man with a suit and monocle, the lady with a white coat and elaborate fur around her neck. Both of them are watching the bald man closely. The overall mood of everyone in the room is very uneasy.
Although I don’t remember what happened before this time there are some things I do know about what’s going on. First, I know that something very bad is going to happen soon and everyone knows it. Second, the bald man is trying to convince everyone that there is something that can be done to prevent it but no one believes him. Lastly, the bald man thinks that the writing on the mat is related to preventing the ominous future either as proof that he is correct or as a set of instructions to follow. I have a feeling that there is no higher authority beyond the people already in this room. That there is no government or law that presides over everyone and if enough people become upset with the bald man I fear for his safety. At the same time I’m not sure I trust what he’s doing either.
I try reading the mat myself. There are defiantly instructions written on it. They are short clear instructions given out in a list though I don’t remember what they said. The bald man must have decided that there were too many of them to remember because he begins tearing the mat of the floor and ripping it into smaller pieces so he can carry it with him to wherever he needs to go to follow the instructions. Everyone in the room begins to stir more, becoming more bothered and unsettled. I think they felt that nothing in the room should be disturbed. The bald man takes the mats up the ramp and out the top door. The rich couple seems resigned to a fate they hope wouldn’t come. They seem to know and understand more than the rest of the people in the room.
The bald man takes the mats to a strange place. There’s a large tree stump cut in half so that we can see it’s cross-section. We’re bellow ground level because the ground around the stump is also a cross-section in front of us. The stump is huge, big enough to fit 3 or 4 people inside it’s hollow center. But inside the center is a pool of water. Everything is damp and dark. I can tell we’re outside in the hurricane but we’re mostly sheltered because I can’t feel strong winds, only a trickling drip of water from above...
I’m not sure what happened there, but simply recalling the place now sends a chill down my spine and makes me very anxious. Whatever happened there was definitely the most unsettling part of my dream. Some more things I don’t remember took place and eventually I woke up.
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