Dream of: 15 May 1994 "Presse"
Another fellow and I were in a car which I was driving, headed toward Texas, coming from the direction of Ohio. After traveling two days, we were only half way to our destination; we needed to go about 1,000 miles all together. The car apparently belonged to my father, and when I looked at the speedometer, I saw that my father had an instrument which measured the miles which we had taken on this trip. I was concerned that the trip was taking too long, because I knew I had some classes which I needed to be attending, and now I had already missed two days.
In the trunk of the car was some kind of green, leafy substance, about two pounds, which I was transporting. I was uncertain, but thought the substance was illegal. I was concerned that we might get pulled over, and thought I needed to stop somewhere and bury the substance. I could then return for it later when it was safe.
Another problem, however, was that members of the press were following us. I knew I would need to shake them for a while before I would be able to bury the substance.
We stopped at a roadside cafe and walked in. I noticed some tents had been set up on the other side of the road, and it looked as if some men were training there for the military. I thought the tents were sold in the cafe, and decided I should buy one. My companion and I could then find an isolated spot to camp out. Then, when no one was around, I could bury the substance.
I was flying a small airplane, still concerned about having the substance with me. My companion had left to return to class. I knew I also needed to get back to class, but I still needed to do something with the substance. I thought now that I was in the plane, I could find some place to hide it. But to my chagrin, when I looked out the window, I saw another plane coming toward me with the word "Presse" written in large black letters on its side. Someone spoke over a loudspeaker from the plane, letting me know that they were following me. Was I not going to be able to get away from them, even in an airplane?
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