Knocking

I forgot a dream from wbtb. <PERSON> in Hypnagogic Hallucinations I see a dream scene forming before me. Just <PERSON> face and on it is drawn makeup in black and purple lines. There are tears streaming down her face. I ask, "What is wrong?". Her face turns profile and now there are two of her faces staring at one another. I again see her eyes behind them and they are bright, staring into my soul. Then I wake briefly. Docks Just a dream of walking my dog in some woods. Then i come to an area by a lake with a bunch of walk along docks. the place reminds me of Cultus Lake Chilliwack. Reading my Dream Journal Just a frag of reading my DV dream journal. In one entry I have twelve one sentence fragment dreams. Attack Starts I am in the catacombs that Data built in my inner world. I am there planting bombs on the sides of walls and doors. Captain <PERSON> and Seven of Nine are with me. The ordeal gives me the creeps. They tell me a big attack is coming from the Remote Viewers. The dream speeds up to much into the fight. I am sneaking around the outside of my house with my dog with a phaser in my hand. I enter a side door and go inside to see something I do not like and forget what. So I rewind the dream and I am back with my dog on the other side of the house. I sneak around the corner and push my dog into the ground because I see remote viewers peering out the window this time. I guess they remembered the rewind and knew where I was coming from. A guy that looks like a cross between <PERSON> and <PERSON> runs around the corner, and someone shoots him from behind me, Then Data runs from behind me with a phaser and then runs ahead. My vision zooms out to third person view for a bit and I see my house is located on something like Grove Street from GTA San Andreas. In the Roundabout parts there is a large gunfight going on. But instead of Grove gangs in green VS red Ballas, It is people in starfleet uniforms VS random guys in Casual bowling shirts. I hear an explosion and then I see my house begin to fal into a sinkhole. I fly from the backyard to my neighbors where <PERSON> and his <PERSON> are standing watching the scene. <PERSON> says to me, "Aww that sucks man. Want To come hang out and have a beer?" "No way," I said, "I have a lot of work to do." I go to my front yard and all that is left is the wall frame of my house and a knocked over mailbox. I pick my mail box up and find a place to put it in the ground and then I wake up.