I was standing around, looking around. It looked like there was snow on the ground. A british-looking man in shiny clothes was running towards another person's property. The owner came out with a pitchfork, and stabbed the british man in the stomach. After he had fallen, he stabbed him again in the back.
Somehow the british invader had managed to get away, and he was eating with my family, supposedly about to die. There were some photos handing up in the window which he was facing, and I started talking about the camera that was used to take them.
We had evidentially found it with the pictures already in it. He figured out that the camera had been his, and I gave him the pictures to look over.
(this seemed to draw on the previous two dreams as well.)
Posted by Trevor Savage at July 16, 2003 3:28 PM