Morph
In someones living room with, I’m talking to Teresa Metke while I’m sitting on the end of a Packard Bell console stereo, like my parents bought in the 1960′s. A few other people are in the room, some transaction involving money has taken place, but the money has left or is well concealed. Thieves show up and it doesn’t seem that they know all the details of the money transaction, I’m thinking that they will be satisfied with the $200 I have in my wallet…..The dream then jumps to a different scene. I and a group of people are fleeing from “them”. We are in a mulitlevel structure with many doors catwalks ramps. water ramp rolling throwing things down, punching old woman. furniture. Locking door on upper level. They seem to not be able to break door or windows, don’t even try. just waiting us out. I turn on the “porch” light and look through the peep hole they have gotten up and are eager for us to come out, probably 8 – 10 individuals, I also spotted Cheryl Crites in the group, which saddened me. I guess they are some form of zoombie/pod people. morphing scope into weapon. woke up.