Dec. 95:
     In this dream- myself, Ray and Carl were driving toward San Francisco in separate vehicles. We stopped near the city and was looking over it, and I saw something being expelled out of the ground that looked like massive steam that would be expelled from a volcano. I pointed it out to Carl and Ray; and then it started to erupt, and their was a large explosion. After the explosion,  the city was in flames.
     I was then by myself in some kind of lower room in what I believe was the bay bridge. This room was filled with homeless people covered with blankets, and they were scattered around this dark gloomy space. There were people searching for me, and I was trying to get away from them.

I was then on the bridge, and it was so dark I couldn’t see an inch in front of my face. I was crawling along and was afraid of falling off the bridge, because it was so dark.... woke up. over.