I had a slightly disturbing one last night, unfortunately. Maybe it was because I was doped up on Bendryl from my monstrously annoying fly bites. Anyways:
I was in downtown Milwaukee, standing up where Vliet St. goes over 43 and turns into Winnebago/Juneau, where it overlooks a bunch of the city. There was some registration or sign-up for some armed forces-related thing up there, and Sarah C. and Kendra Kulans were registering. I was talking to them, and looked down towards downtown and noticed there were hundreds of "sailors" coming into the city from being out at sea, and I remember saying "no offense, girls, but it's much more interesting watching the sailors come in, because they put on more of a show." (There were all kinds of marching bands and a huge parade going on.) So I start running down towards the city, feeling good that I could still run even though I was pregnant.
I get down by one of the bands, and I manage to jump on one of the wagons, right behind the tuba player. As I'm listening to him, everyone notices the horses pulling one of the wagons ahead of us start taking off running, and the tall wagon tips over (like one of the 12-footers from the Circus Parade). Well, all of the people on the wagon get flung off, and the conductor of that band smacks the ground, and everyone knows he's dead (because, not to get graphic, his head splits open and "stuff" goes flinging...). Well I go running up to him, and no one wants to look at him-- his shirt had come up over his head. I start saying "well, someone has to look at him, because if he's not dead, then he needs help!" So I take huge deep breath, pull down the shirt, and put it right back over him because, yep, he's definitely dead (it was gross). So then I start yelling at people to cover up all the bodies and call 911 to help the others and to control the scene from onlookers.
I don't remember the rest of the dream, but that was enough disturbance for one night.
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