I was in this spaceport with my grandpa. On this big screen, it had the destination, the ship, the distance to the destination, and the cost of the trip. Some of the destinations were planets from Star Wars. I kept asking my grandpa if we could go to Naboo. The trip to Nabo was the most expensive, furthest away, and required the biggest ship. He said “no.” We finally went on one of the ships. The seats inside the ship were inclined like movie theater seats. I had the feeling that we needed fireworks to be launched. They shot the fireworks on a screen.

I was walking in a court near my hosue about to run around the lake to warm up for a run. I was going with a realstate client of my dads to workout. I had been doing this routinly for a year in the dream. I wasn’t looking forward to it because I would get there and we’d exchange “hi’s.” There’d always be an awkward silence in the car. Any question he would ask me, I would respond, “ok”, “yeah”, “yes”, “maybe”, “no” etc. (like how conversations with people I don’t know very well go in reality) As I was about to start running on the trail, I remembered I had my own health pavilion card. I ran home to get it. My cousin and her husband were at the kitchen table with my parents talking, I said,” hello” to them and ran to my room, when I got to the top of the stairs, about to turn into the hall, it sounded like a couple 1lb weights hit the floor and some other heavy things falling. I got the strongest get-out-of-there feeling and ran down the stairs (I was especially scared because I knew no one was supposed to be up there). When I got to the stair landing, I jumped the whole second set of stairs (the stairs seemed to stretch). I tripped on my landing and tried to crawl to the kitchen table, expalining to everyone that I had, “seen something.”