As we were talking, a car pulled up behind us and parked. A black lady got out with her two kids [one about 6-8 and the other about 10-12 years old]. They were returning from grocery shopping and also lived in the apartments.

They all grabbed bags to take into the apartments. There was a six pack of juice sitting on the front hood of the driver's side, so the older girl walked around the car to get it. Instead of taking the pack, she removed one bottle to cary in... leaving the rest on the hood. As she picked up the one bottle, a car came speeding down the road and hit her....

...now, this didn't happen as it would in real life... instead, it was as though a bomb went off on the child and she exploded. The mother grabbed the younger girl and hid her face. We were all shocked and my brother and the other person rushed the surviving little girl into the apartments to call the police. I stayed with the mother who, now that I'm thinking about it, didn't exactly act as a parent in that situation would. She accepted what happened... was definitely upset, but never even cried. I told her I'd give my statement when the police came... and the dream ended.

There was a long pause where I didn't dream... then everything started again... from the beginning. The three of us were talking outside my car at the apartment. The lady drove up and parked. I didn't know I was dreaming... it was more like a very strange case of déjà-vous.

As the girl was walking around the front of the car to get the juice, I knew I couldn't let the accident happen again. I ran and dove for the girl but the dream jumped and, instead of grabbing the older girl, I held the younger one in my arms as the car slammed into her sister.

Again, body parts went flying. I held the younger girl so she wouldn't see what was happening. We rushed her inside and I was again left outside with the mother to wait for the police... and the dream ended.

There was another dream which took part here... and I really wish I could remember it. All I can remember is that it had my brother and I in it... but it took place in a completely different setting.

When that dream ended, there was a pause... and then the former dream started up again. Once more, we were all standing next to my car talking and the lady drove up behind me and parked. As they were getting out of the car and gathering the groceries, I knew what was happening. I would continue to relive these few minutes until I was able to save that girl... a morbid play on the "Groundhog's Day" theme [I haven't seen or thought of that movie in years].

The girl was walking towards the car to get the juice when I ran up and grabbed her arm to hold her back. She stopped just as the car sped by... and the dream ended.

I woke up here and should have written everything down right then because I could still remember the other dream that started between this one... but I was so tired that I turned over and went back to sleep....

...and began to dream again however, I can't remember any of this dream except I walked over to my whiteboard and was going to erase parts of my shopping list that I had already bought. Instead of erasing single lines, I wiped the entire board, erasing friend's phone numbers and the rest of the list I still needed to get. I realized what I did and remember thinking "oops" but then finished erasing the board. I didn't have any of the numbers or list memorized.

I actually thought I had done this until waking up later and seeing the list and numbers still on the board.

In the last dream of the night, there was a prison compound in the middle of a desert. The compound itself had many houses, and was surrounded by a metal fence. The desert was all flat sand, except for tall ridges of dangerous rocks that ran in lines here and there... natural formations. Where there was a break in the rock, metal fencing had been added to act as a second barrier. These formations were a few hundred yards away and surrounded the compound on all sides but one [I'll call this side north]. Instead, in this place, the rocks curved off to the west and formed an open, sandy valley. The rock/fence boundary followed the valley for as far as the eye could see. All the houses faced in the direction of the opening.

Throughout the dream, I never saw a prison guard... though I knew they were there. Dream history told me that, every time I had tried to escape, a guard had chased me down and brought me back.

There was a rumor of a way to escape somewhere in the valley passage, so the prisoners divided into two groups. The first group would go look for this break in the outside fence, the second group would stay behind. I was not a part of either group, though I was more comfortable with the members of the second group.

The first group would leave for days at a time and return with no progress... covered in dust... exhausted. They did this over and over and over... never giving up. Apparently, getting through the first fence was no problem....

The leader of the second group [an American Indian] took me aside one day, while the first group was gone. We walked to the inner compound fence and he pointed out at the rock formations to the west. I looked and noticed there was a place where the metal fence joined with the rock... it was just low enough... escape would be possible there. I suddenly looked down the line of rock and metal... there were many places like that! Why was the first group traveling for days down the valley passage when there were a handful of escape routes not more than a few hundred yards away?

The second group had decided they would try to escape on their own, and that I could come with them. He pointed out that, it wasn't escape which would be difficult... it would be crossing the desert that was dangerous... exposure to the elements... no food... no water.... We decided to pack that day and leave just before dusk... that way, we'd have light to climb the rock, and all night to travel before the heat overtook us.

This is where it started getting just plain weird. There were about 20-30 people packing supplies for our escape in a large garage. At the back, was a cutout in the wall where someone in the kitchen could serve drinks, etc. for parties... like a bar.

Somehow, the first group found out our plans and returned late that afternoon. The leader of that group was furious... but not at the second group... at me. He stomped up to me and pushed me through the door leading into the house and then into the kitchen. They were thirsty. He handed me a can of frozen concentrate juice and told me to make it for his group.

I opened the can and poured it into a small pitcher... but realized it was too small to add the cans of water. I searched for a larger pitcher, but every one in the kitchen had something on it that would make it leak fluids... they had strainer holes in the bottom or decorational holes or something that would make it unusable. Meanwhile, the leader of the first group was getting angry at me for taking so long and, as soon as I'd thought I found a pitcher and pour the juice and some water into it, I'd see more holes and it would spill all over me.

The dream jumped here and got even more bizarre. In another house on the compound, two kids ran into a kitchen [different setup than the one I was in] and yelled for their mother to hide in a large stew pot on the stove... she was being chased by one of the members from the first group. The mother ran into the kitchen, her skin charcoal grey, and jumped into the air... morphed into liquid black tar, and landed in the stew pot. The little boy turned on the burner just as the man chasing her arrived. He yelled at the kids for a while and finally left.

The tar started bubbling over the pot and turned molten red. It flowed onto the top of the stove and the boy walked towards it but, instead of bumping into it, he walked through the stove and stood next to the pot. The girl was afraid and didn't want her younger brother to get scalded by the hot tar... but the boy wasn't harmed... just covered in tar from his head to his shoulders [since the rest of his body was beneath the stove top].

...and the phone rang and woke me up.