Waterparks and Bodyguards

The dream I had on the night of September 11, 2000 was an excursion into dreamland that was not only interesting, but very vivid too. It seemed as if I was visiting a large waterpark next to a mall and office complex. After a ride down a water slide, I left the park and was accosted by a fanatical/obsessive man and his cronies. His goal was to kidnap me and force me to marry him. The police arrived and I was able to escape from this nameless man.

Soon after the kidnapping attempt, I haired a handsome blonde man as a bodyguard to protect me since the man had escaped from the police. The bodyguard could barely keep me out of harm’s way as the bad man chased us through a surreal city.

As we trudged though a rough construction site, there was a loud explosion overhead. A large cargo container fell towards us. We were barely able to scramble a way, but two more containers fell nearby. After the containers landed, the front half of a jet airliner was on fire as it fell from the clouds overhead.

During this dreams ending, the bodyguard carried me to safety. This was an interesting, but improbable dream.