feb 10th dream

Ok so, I'll just write it out because how else would you know it right? I went to bed really early and woke up around 4:30 because of the dream and stayed up to write it and be up for the sunrise. I'm copy and pasting from my note app

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It's sunny, clear but slightly cloud. I'm standing by myself inside the top floor of a U-shaped office building with clear windows in New Jersey. I'm Looking out the window over to the other side of the building when I realize I can see the entire New York City skyline, clearly across the Hudson, super super far away. 

As I'm looking, I notice a small mushroom-shaped explosion somewhere in Manhattan. I assume it's an industrial accident or some kind of factory, but no-one reacts. After a moment, I glance back and realize a second mushroom explosion happens again somewhere in New York-this time much bigger and terrifying, followed by a blast wave that wraps around and shatters all of the windows out of the building I'm standing in. 

A moment after, an explosion occurs on the other side of the building. Chaos unfolds. I'm now frantic and manage to escape, but once outside I look up at the building I was just in and either another explosion happens or a plane crashes into it, causing massive destruction. 

A moment after, an explosion occurs on the other side of the building. Chaos unfolds. I'm now frantic and manage to escape but once outside, I look up at the building I was just in and either another explosion happens or a plane crashes into it, causing massive destruction.

As I'm trying to find somewhere to go, there are two or three other people running with me, I can't see who they are, just people along side me but we're kind of scattered. We get stopped by an officer - maybe security or ICE, but there's no way to tell exactly what; just that he has some kind of authority. He tells us to stop and wait to identify us, saying we can't leave. But as debris starts falling from the building, he turns around to address something or someone and gets distracted, and the four of us keep running. 

Later, at an unknown time in the same scenario. I'm standing on the street corner of a childhood home of mine in Oregon, I'm looking down the main street where I see excavator bulldozer tearing down houses accompanied by small explosions. Realizing they're destroying each house and getting closer, I sprint back inside and tell my family that we need to pack our necessities and leave immediately and we need to go urgently. 

As I'm Running around trying to grab everything we need to survive, the rest of my family doesn't understand the seriousness of the situation or what's happening. Eventually, I snap at them to get their shit now. I try to explain what's coming, but both of my parents are still confused and not reacting appropriately. My sister's are useless. Too indecisive about what to take, too slow to pack or distracted. My dad comes in and tells me that my sister is being difficult because she wants to bring a ceramic plate she made that's "one of a kind" and my other sister is being too slow and bickering because she's being rushed to grab necessities. 

Spot, our childhood dog, is still alive in the dream and comes with us. As we all run out of the house, we stuff our bags into the suv and we narrowly miss the excavator bulldozers coming straight for us from across the street. As we drive away, we look back and catch a brief glimpse of the house being destroyed before it disappears around the corner. Then I woke up. 

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I think it's funny though, a random dream you'll have, but somehow it feels like it has so much significance. the next day I dreamt I had really long hair, buzzed it all off, and regretted it badd.