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11-16-2010, 09:05 AM
This dream occurred in the early morning hours, in the time frame of our most recent elections and media reports of the Prez going out of the Country on an extended visit over sea's.
A very vivid picture of the White House comes into view. I seem to be a passenger in a small plane, viewing it from directly above. The pilots uniform is filled with shiny metals, from shoulder to shoulder, which makes the stripes look pale in comparison.
Circling around, a large construction crew is noted with only a few working outside. The long white construction trucks are being filled with furniture (?) wall size picture frames and chest like boxes. Painted on top of the truck's trailer in blue letter's - Salt Lake (?).
The dirt/grass around the foundation of the White House seems to have taken on a deep depression, like a moat.
Moments later, traffic jams are everywhere with people screaming. A large sinkhole has developed, swollowing the White House and the hole is quickly expanding in all directions.
A loud gas explosion rocks the plane and we spin out of control.
I wake up with my heart racing and a good leg cramp.
I rarely remember a dream, maybe one or two a year. THAT might be a good-thing!
A very vivid picture of the White House comes into view. I seem to be a passenger in a small plane, viewing it from directly above. The pilots uniform is filled with shiny metals, from shoulder to shoulder, which makes the stripes look pale in comparison.
Circling around, a large construction crew is noted with only a few working outside. The long white construction trucks are being filled with furniture (?) wall size picture frames and chest like boxes. Painted on top of the truck's trailer in blue letter's - Salt Lake (?).
The dirt/grass around the foundation of the White House seems to have taken on a deep depression, like a moat.
Moments later, traffic jams are everywhere with people screaming. A large sinkhole has developed, swollowing the White House and the hole is quickly expanding in all directions.
A loud gas explosion rocks the plane and we spin out of control.
I wake up with my heart racing and a good leg cramp.
I rarely remember a dream, maybe one or two a year. THAT might be a good-thing!