Tuesday, June 1, 1993
On Tuesday morning my best friend dreamt that he and some other people were sitting around his house waiting for his air conditioner to explode. Then he walked around his backyard with someone, but he couldn't remember who.
The same morning I dreamt that I was with my best friend walking in his backyard. He pushed the grass and dirt aside in one spot to reveal a metal door about two feet square. He said that it was the door off of a steam train's boiler car. He said that he had to find another one quickly, before the pressure could no longer be contained. We hurried into the woods to find another door.
Parallels: Imminent explosion, walking around my friend's backyard.
Copyright 2008 Jon Maloney
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