Something happened in Albany, where terrorists were threatening to attack our homes with mortar rounds for some undisclosed (or forgotten) reason. During the time between when we were about to be mortarred, I forgot to take my bike inside, so I dashed out, and dragged it up onto my used-to-be room. This is where I realized it was night. But once I re-entered my house and looked outside the window, a tank was coming up over my car, and it was daytime once again. I kept on imagining our cars getting mortared and exploding outside of the house. When I went out to the garage, there were many people hiding with me, with guns. We tried to make a stand, but were frightened into submission as these weird (not mortar) ball explosives came towards our way. The operator of the tanks were from our school, and it seemed as if they were intentionally missing us.
The second part of the dream involved going to the BART station and waiting. I remembered thinking up this idea of selling cigarettes by the freeway for way more than at a store. For some reason, the title said DWIGHT something, but for some reason, it seemed as if I couldn't spell his name out correctly througout the dream. There was Tyler McFadin and Tommy Garabedian looking at my poster. It seemed as if it was a school fieldtrip or something. When the train arrived, I entered and I saw Jackie. Initially I thought it wqas just her, but it was actually one of her entire art classes. 5 of her friends were dressed is dark turquoise towels placed around their necks like scarves, with very prominent red and corny purple colored robes, as if there was some occasion that merited it. They gave me a reason as to why they were dressed so robustly, but I forget. Jackies teacher began talking, and it ended with something having to do with busking related to sports stars or something. I remember that we were going somewhere awesome