Decommissioned nuclear facility, late to the party

Date: 12/7/2017

I was running through cold midwestern neighborhoods. I see my grandma, she is taking care of several babies at once. They were all dirty, the car they were in was dirty and I worried she was too old for so much work. But, she cleaned up everything with speed and efficiency. Sometime later I was inside an old factory in the same area. I somehow figured out this was once a nuclear holding site and worried that a bomb would go off. I was afraid and ran out of the building, but I also knew from a logical perspective that there was no way a bomb could go off. I was part of the cars racetrack, an anchor was thrown into the crowd and everyone dispersed. A couple of more cars showed up, one was a girl with a sugar cookie yelling that she will kill us if we don’t succeed. There was then a massive half polar bear half fort at the top of the now vertical racetrack. My allies, now humans, used a Trojan horse to infiltrate the biologically intelligent base. The Trojan horse was a black bear head loaded with TNT. The fortress saw the bear head as it was brought up and swallowed it and then blew up. We began our infiltration and I grappled around a huge tunnel that was like the inside of a computer, the walls were devices and electrical wires like the inside of a Death Star. I make a courageous jump and land where I need to. I pull up Jim and Pam on a video screen, Jim refills his power bar and he is set and ready to take over this base. In another dream, I am Jim and I am driving to a party where a huge crowd of people who ate tired and cranky from waiting for me. The landscape was vast, dark, and snow was on the ground. Finally I arrive and see how diminished everyone was except for Pam who was both anxious for the people and excited to see me. I felt awkward as I looked at everyone and how Pam had kept everyone there just to wait for me. I said little and made it clear that everyone can go home. Pam was very concerned and embarrassed as I left the house too. I was in a car with a bald man who was apparently my foster father. He talked about what possibly caused all this, “was it because of sports at a young age?” I disagree with him but then I think about the past and imagine what it would have been like to experience certain sports. We drove through a snowy path, I look out at the shadow of mountains in the distance and think how peculiar it is that the mountains look painted on, and how without them this cold dry midwestern landscape would be empty.