D R E A M S

I'm a secret agent with John Travolta. Our mission requires us to air-drop down to the location we are to infiltrate. There's a third agent who's female. She drops using a bundle of multi-colored balloons. Mr. Travolta & I, however, use a huge netted bundle of white balloons. As we hop out of the cargo plane, I try to stay on top of the bundle of balloons, but somehow that doesn't happen. I remember wrapping the nylon cords around my wrists to secure myself to the balloons. I end up hanging with the balloons above me. I watch the earth coming up toward me and it's quite thrilling. I'm not scared at all. It does seem like we're moving a little too fast, but for some reason I'm still not too scared. As we hit the ground, somehow, from somewhere, these 4-wheel vehicles appear beneath us. They are ultra-fast and remind me a bit of the Tron cycles from that fantastic 80's movie of the same name.
Anyway, so we start driving around in these quadcycles in this city. It's daytime. After a bit of this, the dream changes completely.
I am in a grocery store with a bunch of friends from my waking life. We are shopping. Somehow, we've built a little club house inside the grocery store. It's well-built. We are simultaneously scrounging for useful items for our clubhouse while we are grocery shopping. Particularly, I remember looking over an area rug to put in a hallway-like area. It's black and it's shoddy, but the size is just right. I don't really remember much else except for shopping for random things. There is some general disagreement about what things to buy.
[Interestingly, this is not the first time I've dreamt of living quarters inside of a grocery store. Also, this is the second dream in the very recent past that I've had that featured a friend from my youth, Stephanie G. Don't know what that's about.]

Brian posted at 1:35 PM.