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« on: June 13, 2016, 11:21:12 am »
Last night:
Had moved recently to Pakistan and was in a large meeting in a conference facility of some kind (round tables with cheap tablecloths, stage with a lectern at one end, that kind of thing). The room was on the ground floor and had floor-to-ceiling windows with big translucent curtains covering them. I looked over and saw a shadow against one of the curtains and had a sense of foreboding. Then there were gunshots and everyone freaked out and started running.
Some indeterminate time later I was back in the States with my family, talking to my brother. And I had no recollection, in the dream, of what had happened between the time the shooting started and that moment days later. My brother was asking me how I got out but I could not remember. Obviously I must have run to a safe place and waited, then gotten on a plane and flown home, but those memories and memories for several subsequent days were gone. As we talked I got snatches -- taking pictures outside in the sunshine with my brother's girlfriend and our other brother the day before our conversation, for example, and of a bathroom in the hotel, of the toilet seat -- but that was it.