This is a Dream I Had

I am at the top of a long concrete slope, with walls on the side. It is filled with water at the bottom, like a giant wave pool. We are fishing, my dad and I and somebody else. The winds are blowing so hard, this way, and then that, that we have to hold on to keep from being swept away. Waterspouts form at the other end of the concrete device.

My dad does not hold on to anything one time, and he is swept into the air, to a great height, and falls into the pool. I fear he has injured his head or drowned, and I rush to him. I perform CPR and he is OK, and then I have to run away. I do not know why, but I know I must.

I run through the underground corridors of a movie theater, trying to find the end. I am being led by someone, I do not remember who. Perhaps Patrick or Bradley. They say we are being watched and must be secret about our flight. We go a ways, and then we go up stairs. I separate from my leader, to investigate a room. I creak the door open, and there appear to be people inside, watching an array of screens that connect to security cameras elsewhere.

I close the door and turn back, and my leader is gone. I am in a lobby of sorts, and there is a small TV, and I see that there is a person on it, looking at me. I then see that there is a camera next to it pointing at me. They can see me. The TV then changes, and I now see people I know. It changes every few seconds, each time showing people I know. It is friends or family. They can see me too, and are humored, and excited. Confetti falls, and friends and family come through doors, and it is my birthday.

I am happy, and everyone else is too. They all have presents and food, and there is a very small and elaborate cake-the size of a muffin-for me. I then wake up, I am in my Grandma's house, it is not my birthday, and I have no candy...I am somewhat disapointed.