July 17, 2009
I dreamt that I was downtown in the town I was in. I was standing by an antique shop that has a very distinctive wooden umbrella above the entrance (this is a real place). I looked to my left towards the police station, and saw that a group of combatants were advancing, whereas on the right of me there were people milling about shopping, completely unaware.
The combatants were not supposed to be fighting us, but some of their missiles accidentally came our way. They left these bright electric blue glowing streaks behind them. I noticed there was a group in the middle of the road that would have been hit by a lot of debris. I jumped into action, and time seemed to slow. I yelled at them to move and ran towards them. They all moved in time. I did not move in time, the missiles struck near me. I looked up and saw a large ominous cloud of dirt in the air. I started to frantically crawl towards the group I had displaced, I was only able to crawl and even at the time knew this wasn't right. I made it, but that is the last thing I remember