Dream: Undated, sometime in early 2015
I’m in a silo far from civilization. Resources are limited. One of the men went to get help. When he comes back, I don’t believe what he’s saying. I go to investigate. I find another silo nearby where a plane has crashed. Three men are wounded but alive. I go to help the nearest one. He is laying in a field that looks like New Zealand hills and even has sheep. His arm appears to be broken, but he’s happy to see me. We get him cleaned up. I can tell he’s a good person, but I start to think it will be dangerous to take him back to where I came from. I can’t decide if we should help the other two guys. If we do, what will we eat, etc…
This dream definitely has themes about feeling unsafe in life and not being able to go back to the tribe for support, but mostly it’s about me reading Wool!