Night # 1

I am in Law class. There is a young boy there, out of place, about four or five. Big grey eyes, soft brown hair. I don't know who his mother is, but she is there as well. All I really seem to know is that his name is Albert. Nothing seems to really be happening in class even though the room is full, Kylie is there as well as her younger brother. 


There is some sort of explosion, or disaster, or something.


Everything kind of gets turned upside down. There is heat, from either the explosion or a fire that was caused by it. My ears are ringing. When everything seems to right itself, I hear the little boy screaming. I look at him and I see that he doesn't seem to be hurt but he's got tear stains running down his face. I know that wherever his mother is now, she's either badly hurt or dead. I pick up Albert and run out of the Taj. All hell seems to have broken loose outside, people are attacking people and the physical damage is extensive. I find a car but the car is too small, for some reason my feet drag along the ground. I put Albert in the back who is still screaming and seat belt him in. I jump into the drivers seat and start driving. 


The next thing I know is that I am driving up the pool hill and I see Mr. Smith driving a car with Kylie and her brother and maybe Mrs. Smith there as well. Mr Smith seems to have lost his marbles and is trying to hit anyone, as if that will protect them or enhance his chances of hitting some sort of enemy. He sees my vehicle and serves right into the side of the car. I'm thrown out of the wind shield but don't seem to really be injured as I should be. I look around and Albert is standing beside the car, also unharmed but clearly in alot of danger. I run towards him and throw my arms around him. I make eye contact with Mr. Smith and I know that I have yelled "Stop!" in a panicky kind of way. He doesn't break eye contact with me.


And then I wake up.