I was in this large, old building with muddy, dirt floors. It was like a boot camp.
I was waiting for my friend Melissa to get there, but she hadn't shown up yet.
I was going through these rooms. They were community showers and bathrooms, and I was disgusted with them. I found myself trapped at an intersection between four showers: two for the men, and two for the women.
I closed my eyes because I didn't want to see anything.
Then a drill sergeant called out and we all got in a line. I was still wondering where Melissa was.
The drill sergeant was yelling out things and making us do work. I was miserable and wanted to die.
I saw a small window at the top of some stairs. I decided to make a run for it and ran up a muddy hill to the window.
I was about to break through it but I hesitated because I didn't want to get hurt.
I finally busted through the window and fell out of the third story of the building. I spun several times in mid-air, then landed in a laundry truck, right on a large pile of clean, white sheets. I looked up and saw that the window was broken, but only in one place. I closed my eyes to rest, and woke up.
Dream edited for easier reading - JT, 2005 .
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