A Dream

I had a dream last night.  Kind of weird.  Anyway, I was leading a group of people through a deserted street trying to find shelter.  It seems that the whole area or whole world had been abandoned or something.

It was dusk; the sun was going down and we really needed to find shelter for the night.  Suddenly, above, in the sky, two groups of planes attacked each other.  There was a brilliant light show as tracer fire streamed across the sky.

We ducked into the first house available and I asked if someone had found the basement stairs, but the house didn’t have a basement.  A man from the group said he had found a house with a basement but that he couldn’t remember where it was across the street (It seems we had been scavenging for stuff down the street the whole day).  Well, it was too late to try to find the house while the air battle was happening, so we hunkered down in place.

Someone of the group started cooking in the kitchen (there was light) but spilled something on the table.  The guy from earlier, the basement guy, walked into the kitchen area and began to clean the table.  I felt like he was intruding on a private conversation.