susan and i were in ireland. we were staying with friends of my parents. the name of the town was "des moines." yeah. des moines, ireland. it was a really urban sort of self-contained little place. very drab. grey. rainy. they took us to some sort of strip mall type place. they had a lot of children. the friends of my parents. one of them was either oger or hayden christensen. he was the only nice one. they left us there. we ended up getting very lost, and we had to stay there. they put us in this school for abandoned children. we didn't like that. we contacted oger/hayden, and he said he'd help us get away. somehow, we ended up back at his family's house. they were going to get rid of us again. we were packing stuff into boxes. then oger/hayden helped us get away. i think he was coming to america with us, but i'm not sure.

blah. i typed this all out and then my computer did a nice crash right before i was able to save it. that really chaps my hide.

ok. so there was some sort of nuclear war or something. radiation poisoning everywhere. a bunch of us were inside what looked like a super target. we were looking for places in there to camp out that didn't have radiation poisoning. i wanted a little plant for my spot. i went over to the plant section. all of the plants were sickly or dead except for the ivy. the ivy was just great. i thought to myself that the soil probably stored a lot of the radiation in it. i don't know if i picked up the ivy and took it back to my spot or not. there was some guy that might or might not have been someone i knew that wanted to stay with me. i didn't trust him, though.

then i was in my house. my house was a lot older in my dream than it really is, though. i think i was very ill and/or dying. it was also my birthday. my computer was hooked up in the upstairs hallway. i kept having to reboot it, and i was getting very frustrated. i went into my room to get something, and when i came back out, i saw that someone had turned my computer off.

i went downstairs into the kitchen. we talked about a ghost of a vicious poodle that was in our house. my mom said it had been her dog and that before it died, the dog had enjoyed making pancakes. we said some choice words about the vicious poodle ghost, and my mom said that it would make her angry hearing all of those things, and she would just be more vicious. all of the other ghosts in the house were afraid of the vicious poodle. there was an old lady ghost that liked to hang out in a wood carving on the wall. i had to show her how to put together one of those egyptian glass perfume bottles.

there were christmas boxes everywhere to pack up the christmas things. my brother, his kids, and his ex-wife came over. i never liked his ex-wife. she never liked me. they wished me a happy birthday. they wanted to go swimming in our pool. i had found an old shoe box upstairs that had some old christmas things in it. i hadn't seen any of that stuff in years. i was going to put it with the other christmas boxes, when i saw that there was a weird looking beetle inside of it. it looked dead, but i dumped it on the snow outside anyway. after a few seconds, its legs started twitching. i helped it turn upright, and then it walked off. i put the box with the other boxes.

then someone called me and woke me up.

i was going to my high school. i was parked either in or next to something called "7 of the fields." one of my guy friends that might've been my boyfriend told me he was going to leave. there was some sort of robbery thing or some kind of criminal thing going on, but i don't know what it was. another one of our friends was there, too. i told him i was going, too. he didn't want me to, but i got my way. the other guy came, too.

we were going in the car. sometimes there were 3 of us and sometimes there were 4. i remember we stopped at a convenience store. i got some minute maid orange soda. i was laying down in the back with a bunch of stuff, and i had a sheet pulled over me. i really wanted to stop. it was night time, and i wanted to stop at a motel or something. we were in the desert in the middle of nowhere. the other guy wanted to stop, too. we talked my boyfriend (or whatever) into stopping. we got into the motel room. it had a kitchen. my boyfriend went outside to smoke. i threw something away into the kitchen trash, and i got a vision. i knew someone was coming for him. i went outside and told him. i cried, and i said we shouldn't have stopped. that they were coming. he hugged me, and then the 3 of us started running. we ran to a train, and hopped on it. the police had come and were searching through the motel.

on the train, we were captured by some sort of mexican drug mafia. the leader was a chick, and she really hated me. we were all in chains and put in this weird room. my boyfriend told me that i had to dislodge my shoulder, and then i could get free. we talked about how just because it was done in the movies, didn't mean i could just do it there. then i saw some sort of cannister of something explosive, and i set the place on fire.

somehow i ended up with a bunch of other people that were enslaved by some crazy group of people. we went to the beach. then we were leaving. one girl didn't want to leave, so they killed her. we were supposed to be gathering eggs on the beach. they were really small eggs. i had to carry them, but the basket was too full. i knew that if one of the eggs fell out, i was going to get killed. we were ambushed by some sort of crazy neo-nazi lunatics. they all had automatic weapons and army fatigues on. i was in the corner of some sort of dark shack (still in the middle of the desert). one of the crazy neo-nazi guys went in there with his weapon, and i pretended i was dead. he was about to shoot me again just to make sure when either he had a change of heart or someone came to save me.

i don't remember much else except that there was something significant about the field name "7 of the fields." it might have been singular, but i don't remember. it might have just been "7 of the field." oh well.