The Natural Power  I'm in a movie theatre. There is space between the screen and front seats. There are rows of seats that run perpendicular to the screen, on the sides of the space between the screen and the front rows. I know that these seats on the sides are Aquarius seats. I may be poked in the back by a foot. I hear my name. I turn around and see several young women sitting behind me. The woman directly behind me is the one that said my name. She talks to me, saying her name is Amanda _____, that I know her, and seems to ask if I don't remember her. She looks familiar. She is pretty. She has fair, clean skin. I look at her face, trying to identify, to place her. She looks a bit like my cousin Sandra Redding. There are several businessmen to our left. They talk loudly and obnoxiously for a theatre. They move up towards the screen. One of them flips over a chair, like a somersault. The others jump and tumble. They gather in front of the screen, talking loudly. One of them pulls out a handgun and points it at the head of another. There are between three and five men. The man fires the gun, shooting the second man in the head. The second man may fire back. Several of the men then have guns drawn and point them at each other. One man points a gun into another's mouth. The pointee redirects the gun into another man's mouth, who is then shot. There seems to be a blast of glass shards, from a gun, I think. Most or all of the men die.  There is a young blond woman working at a gate that lets cars into an area. It's dark. A bus speeds up and crashes through a gate. The woman may want to go after the bus, because that would be a duty of her job, but she would not be very effecting chasing a bus. She gets out a telescope that is three to four feet long. A helicopter flies overhead. She tries to spotlight the helicopter; it seems to be the runaway vehicle. The telescope may be a spotlight. I'm in an uncovered jeep-like vehicle with the woman. She is looking through the telescope as we ride fast. She is supposed to be looking through it with her left eye but seems to be looking with her right eye.  A woman is being pulled by a car that is going fast. She may in the car, but is somehow being pulled. She pokes and prods me with a metal wire, like an electrode or a bent clothes hanger. I'm grabbing onto something. The poking is painful. I clench my fists and grip harder, gritting my teeth. I'm biting onto the front of her blue denim bib overalls. I bite harder as she pokes. I may know her, and feel somewhat awkward when I pull away from her after biting her overalls.  People are gathering in a small parking lot because it seems to be a safe haven. There is a person who sleeps in a garbage can because it's safe. I am this person. I'm in a large garbage can. I flip the lid down over my head, peeking out of a crack. Other people in the lot are in vehicles. There is a house across the street. It has holes in it that appear to be shot into it. It looks like Swiss cheese. The holes may get larger. The house seems to be a shell, made of just the outside walls. It's falling apart. There is a power that is affecting the house. It is frightening and threatening to me. It is a natural power, like a storm, but is very destructive.