I’m in graduate school, living in east Pasadena. My friend drives us back to my home in Pasadena in my mom’s civic. A cop follows us and tries to pull us over. He keeps driving the same speed and ignores him. Eventually he pulls over and gets a ticket. I later berate him b quite viciously for not pulling over sooner because he got a ticket for trying to escape arrest. He later says he got two tickets but neither of them were for escaping arrest. I get really angry with him. Later on, he’s now Sarah and she forgets anything that’s said. I’m at my masters graduation. All the Estabillo family is in the bleachers, except grandpa and Tito DonDon who are both in sleeping bags and are about to die. DonDon’s kidneys or liver is about to fail, or cancer, and it’s severe. Stage four. He’s going to die soon inevitably. But he’s there and happy to see me graduate. They have to go through all the other students before they get to the documentary masters students. So I go through a portal and I see a massive family farm that’s been tended to for decades. Yet no one is here. Everyone is at my graduation. I begin plowing the field, planting crops, enjoying a simple life even though I am well educated. I am there for months, maybe years. I become a spirit tending to the crops, eventually planting mushrooms and bouncing off their tops. I am little more than a wisp. Then, three of my uncles find me. They see I am a wisp. They grab me, slam into a slab of concrete. I see this happening to me from afar. I feel no pain. My form changes to something more physical. I am there again, looking like Mario. I come through the portal and i am back at my graduation. I stand to the side of the bleachers and I have a tin foil, with a marker I write down people I want to talk. Sarah, my mom, my sister are at the top. I thank my uncles and aunts who are there with me. In the bleachers is also my dad. I write my dad’s name too. It’s time for me to go on stage. I thank people. Now I’m at a sort of after party with other journalists. For some reason people don’t like me. I am reminded of that black girl in messiah who loud and didn’t like me… or anyone else for that matter. But here she made it known she didn’t like me. And that I was incompetent. I generally ignored her but also didn’t like how she affected everyone’s opinion of me. Then, I solve a puzzle. People enjoy it. It’s a classic puzzle for kids but I solve it. Next, a terrorist attack. I am in a van driving by the airport and I remember that LAX had multiple crashes that day. One invoked a straight turbine engine with no wings or body. Just the engine crashing. It crashed simultaneously with a regular plane. Anyway while driving by, there was another crash. I am in the hallway of an old building, third or fourth floor. I am with friends, and colleagues. Some of my army friends. I have Keira as a baby nearby. The terrorists are on this floor somewhere. Ian takes the lead with his pistol. Someone comments he is leading, and makes me a little jealous. Her and a few of my army friends find the apartment where the terrorists were operating out of. I knew they wouldn’t be there but would plant an attack from another angle. As they raided that door, I locked an adjacent door from opening (the locks were on the outside for some reason) just in case the terrorists pop out of there. Then, I begin to notice ladder work all around the building — people notice it but don’t connect that this is where the terrorists likely escaped from. I am now far from everyone else trying to find the terrorists pursuing my own hunch. I am lead to a building in San Diego not terribly far from the armory in Kearny Mesa where everyone else is. While going through there, I run into a female professor. I tell her I know where they went, and she did too. But she was on her own. I told her I’m an expert at this, like her ,but I need her credibility. I tell her to go to the armory and ask them for a team to help me because I’m so close. I go through the building funding evidence of their escape. Eventually I am lead to an air duct. I get close and I know they went through there, even though there was no physical evidence. It just made sense because it was non decrepit and no one else would guess it. As I get to the vent, I realize it has Phillips screws. By now my team has arrived with the professor. I ask for the screwdriver. It takes a while. When it arrives, it coincides with me finding a small finger screwdriver forgotten nearby — evidence that the terrorists had a person cover their tracks but was too hasty to hide the evidence. I unscrew the vent cover. At first it looks like it’s impossible a person curve fit in here, it’s too narrow. I look deeper. I know there’s a booby trap but have no evidence. Then I start pulling out military paraphernalia like body armor, ammo cans, MREs out of the vent. I immediately realize this is booby trapped but don’t have evidence for it. I stop pulling things out. The things were placed in there to entice a military member to keep pulling things out. I look down the live of the air vent. It’s clear to me now like glass. I Can see all the paraphernalia lined up and the way to the second vent. I then inspect closet and see an electric wire hidden by the gear, Daisy chained. It leads to another vent. And on the vent is a small electrical device. It’s obvious that if I went in fast enough pulling stuff out because of my interest in military gear, I would’ve been blown up. I call EOD and realize, I’m not getting the terrorists anytime soon
This dream is quite complex and touches on various themes and emotions. Here is a breakdown of the different elements and their potential interpretations:
Evading the police and getting a ticket: This may represent a feeling of guilt or a fear of getting caught for something you are trying to avoid in your waking life. It could also symbolize a need to face consequences for your actions.
Berating your friend for not pulling over: This may indicate a sense of frustration or disappointment with someone close to you who is not behaving as you expect or desire. It could reflect a desire for control or a need to have things go according to plan.
Graduation and family members on the brink of death: Graduation often symbolizes a significant achievement or transition in life. The presence of family members on the brink of death suggests a reminder of the impermanence of life and the importance of cherishing moments with loved ones.
Tending to a farm and becoming a spirit: This symbolizes a desire for a simpler, more grounded life away from the pressures and complexities of your academic pursuits. It may also indicate a need for connection to nature and a sense of purpose.
Being attacked by uncles and changing forms: This represents a sense of vulnerability and feeling attacked or betrayed by people close to you. Changing forms may symbolize adaptability and the ability to overcome challenges.
Writing down names on tin foil: This signifies a desire for connection and recognition from important people in your life. It may also suggest a need for validation and acknowledgement of your accomplishments.
Conflict at a journalist after-party: This represents feelings of insecurity and not being accepted or liked by others. It may reflect a fear of judgment or criticism in your waking life.
Solving a puzzle and a terrorist attack: Solving a puzzle reflects problem-solving abilities and a feeling of accomplishment. The terrorist attack symbolizes fears or anxieties related to safety and security.
Searching for terrorists and finding evidence: This represents a need to confront and overcome hidden threats or fears in your life. It may also symbolize a desire to uncover the truth and protect yourself and others.
Overall, this dream suggests a mix of different emotions, including frustration, fear, vulnerability, and a longing for simplicity. It may reflect underlying concerns or challenges you are currently facing in your waking life and the need to confront and navigate them.