posted on Dec, 29 2014 @ 02:22 AM
Weird dream to wake up from, but it's just unusual the things that happened in it.
Basically it happens in some semi-rural area. A big parking lot with some closed up shopping area with a closed gas station on the corner. A roadway
with a bit of traffic going past it. It starts out with something like a bunch of camo painted box trucks and a few military vehicle parking around
the closed gas station building. Flash forward and there's a dozen or so military trucks parked all around the corner of the lot near the closed gas
station. And you get curious onlookers wondering what these guys are doing, since this place usually doesn't see vehicles like this.
So the dream seems to have another timeskip forward in the same day. And theres some thing going on where people are invited in to check things out,
and they start moving some of the vehicles out in a larger area. A good portion of the "scary looking" trucks are unfolded into what appears to be a
portable mess hall. Another one is a kitchen, and some other thing with a TV presentating videos. People taking pictures of this stuff, so word gets
out. And people are invited in for some luncheon along with some local homeless from a shelter in the area.
So far this seems fairly innocous. Nothing bad, almost like a "better than expected" kind of nice thing even.
However during this stage, fishy thing number one happens. The most senior people running this thing don't seem to want anything to do with the few
veterans showing up and asking about things. Nor do they seem to know anything about the base command at the nearest military location nor having
anything to do with some VFW guys. Odd that you get this in a dream, but the oldest looking guy in camo that seems to have authority over the other
guys just has this complete cold-fish not talking attitude.
Yet the dream keeps going. It flashes forward yet again to the afternoon. Almost all the guys from this thing are gone, but two or three trucks. And
somehow they manage to get a few locals to start helping. It seeems to be implied that they'll be coming back soon for another community event, so
it'd be convienient to empty the contents of the trucks into the old unused gas station building for later. So a half dozen people are unloading
trucks of heavy cardboard boxes and stacking them in this place. But some of the boxes are broken on one of the trucks. What is in these boxes are
blue squared off stackable plastic bottles, and my guess from the labels it's some kind of fertilizer. Some of those are even cracked and leaking
beads or whatever. (What the?) The guys helping don't seem to catch on nor care, they're in the flow of things helping out with this job so it gets
done. But as the last few containers are brought into this building, the people helping end up locked inside this building with doors chained shut
from the outside. And then the guys are banging on windows wondering WTF and trying to break out as one trucks drives off in a hurry. Somebody flips
out their cell phone to call for help, and the next thing I know I wake up.
The feeling I get is that these people at the end were blown up and framed after all that happened. Not exactly like a typical nightmare thing, but
has some uncanny few specifics that wig me out. It's just one of those things that leaves me shaking my head as to how my imagination came up with
this kind of stuff. It's just that messed up.