I'm not exactly too sure if this really is a recurring dream, it seems to keep getting bigger not sure of all the details as they are fleeing from me as I type this out. In my dream there is a small town nearby it's winter and the trees are barren, every once in awhile I go out and take photos of a certain spot of dead trees with my back to a beautiful church. There's something beyond the dead trees that I want to investigate at a later time. There's a bike trail that's been cleared of snow that can take me there.

 

This dream I was talking to a girl when a friend on my computer told me a plane was going to crash near where the girl lived I told her and she only half believed me, I told her there was nothing she could do no warning would help the people in town. I rushed over on my bike the snow was melting and the streets were slush, after a half hour of riding my bike I came across the town, I saw vehicles in the ditch and above me a few miles to my left were flames maybe twenty feet above the dead trees. Suddenly I was driving my car and the two highway lanes became one and I had to veer onto the bumpy road as it began to rain. I stopped in at the church that I always have at my back and asked if everyone was ok. I was shocked to learn that the girl I knew worked at the church and that the last time she was there was also the last day I was taking pics in her town. Kinda freaky in my dream. I walked out the back, this time I had my bike again and I hit the bike trail I weaved around the winding back path, probably ten times faster to walk as the crow flies, but it's a dream so whatever. I came across scroch marks made by the plane I starred at them and a man and his son appeared, I said, "I guess it went up like a Roman Candle," and the dad said "Yup no survivors, just a little toopick sized pieces of melted metal. Aren't you going to take a picture?" "No I'm not staying here that long it's probably toxic to stick around here." The dad just shrugged at me and he and his son biked on. I started biking off too and then circled back took some pics closer to the church to get a bigger effect of the plane's demise and how close it came to destroying the church. Then I was off down the bike path going who knows where.

 

It's bloody 4am and my roomsatan is off talking away, grr will he ever shut up so I can stop having these messed up dreams??