Date of dream: Monday, June 17, 2013
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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I was in a room with President Obama and some other people. We had a police scanner and heard that there was an explosion. Everyone ran out of the room except the president and me. He said he needed to find the person who caused the explosion because he had to protect the country. There were no Secret Service agents there, so I had to protect him.
We went outside this house, which was in Kayenta. It was where Mr. Wiseman used to live. I told the president I needed a gun to protect him. He said there was an emergency gun in the trash can. There was a plastic trash can next to the sidewalk by the house. I took the lid off but didn't see the gun in the bag (the bag only had two or three small things in it). I pulled the bag off the can and reached below it. I grabbed what felt like a gun and pulled it out.
It wasn't a gun, or at least a gun I recognized. I thought it was a stun gun. There were knobs and switches all over it. I figured it was a stun gun that also could fire bullets. I trusted Obama that it was a gun. We got in a maroon SUV and drove toward the intermediate school. I turned on the radio, which was playing the police scanner. We heard that what caused the explosion was a seal. I laughed that something from the ocean set off some kind of trigger.
Obama still wanted to find the source of the explosion. He didn't trust that it was a seal. We turned a corner and drove toward a gate. An approaching car got to the gate before us and turned in front of us and stopped just to our right. I told Obama to stop so he didn't hit the car, but he didn't. He slowly moved forward, but the SUV scraped the side of the smaller white car.
I rolled down the window so he could show who he was to the people in the car. I figured that would get him a free ride for scratching their vehicle. Plus they drove on our right side and didn't stick to the correct side of the road. But they never opened their window or looked up at us. So I just said to keep driving.
Additional Comments:
There's no ocean anywhere near Kayenta, but knowing that a seal came out of the ocean in my hometown made perfect sense. When I heard that it was a seal, I imagined the ocean just beyond the district boundary to the north.
Date of dream: Friday, June 14, 2013
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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Celina and I were at the Pirates ballpark, PNC Park. We had just stepped inside when I realized I had left my camera in my car. So we left and went back to my car.
I got the camera, but Celina was gone. I drove on a divided street around what looked like my neighborhood in Kayenta. Then I saw her. She was driving toward me on the divided street. We stopped in a parking lot to meet.
Additional Comments:
I had not been to that ballpark yet. This was during my trip to Celina and Crickett. We planned on going to PNC Park to watch the Pirates play the day after I had this dream, so I was anticipating visiting.
Date of dream: Sunday, May 26, 2013
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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Uncle Mike and I were in Kayenta. He was driving us around the town looking for things to do. He drove us to the area Golden Sands used to be. It wasn't there in my dream (in real life, it's closed, but I haven't visited the town since). There was a dirt parking lot in the area. We drove in it and turned around.
He asked me if there was anything to see or do. I said we should just drive north on the highway. I figured we could just take in the beautiful scenery in and on the way to Monument Valley. So he got on the little street to the traffic light. A car behind us wanted to pull in at the same time, but they let us in first. We turned on to the highway and set off.
We drove past the school district, where I saw an unusual sign. I don't remember what it said, but I knew it wasn't there the last time I was home. We crossed the bridge over Laguna Creek, and I pointed out how much water was in it. It was flowing more than usual. I suggested stopping on the way back so I could take pictures.
We drove up the highway through the cut in the earth and between two sandstone walls. Then the road disappeared. Instead, there was a slightly worn path ahead. We got out of the car and walked a little. I was confused. We walked over a small dirt mound that had about a foot drop-off. I said it looked like Baby Rocks. Uncle Mike didn't seem to care. Then I realized my dad would have understood that, but that Uncle Mike probably didn't know what I was talking about.
I thought I saw the road to my right. I walked over to it, but it was just the same kind of path we were on before. Two Navajo boys were playing in it. Uncle Mike and I got back in the car and drove on the path. I figured it would turn back into the road eventually because it was in the same spot the real road was.
