Who The Heck Is Rob Nob-Lob??

Am I the only one who has dreams where the people in it are given names?  You know, most people dream about people they know.  My dreams, however, involve characters I don’t know in real life, and names are given to them that are just as random.

This morning I had these funky dreams.  I was drifting in and out of consciousness after my alarm went off this morning.  I remember I was watching this guy who was standing in the middle of this grassy field.  It was like a tropical island of some sort with lots of tropical trees and clear blue water surrounding it.  I was physically there with him, but quite a distance away from him.  It was as if I was watching a documentary or on a movie set, but not quite really in there with him.  There were all these planes flying around him (3, I think), swooping in really close, then pulling up and buzzing around in all sorts of directions.  It was clear to me that the planes were doing this because there was some sort of tracking device or lasers or something in the planes where they had to do that in order to take a 3-dimensional picture of the situation.  For some reason I know this guy’s name is “Rob Nob-Lob” (sp?  ha ha).  I have no idea how I came up with this name.  I don’t know anyone in real life whose name is like that.  Anyway, so this guy is ducking and using his hands to cover his head since the planes are coming in so close to him.   Then he stops and looks at this clear blue device in his hand.  I can tell he’s wondering what it is.  And then just as quickly as he started to look at the device, all sorts of sirens go off.  I think whatever the planes were doing, they realized that this guy would soon find out something or find out how the gov’t knows all of his actions.  I’m guessing the blue thing is some sort of tracking device.  Anyway, I can’t remember much else that happened to him at this point in my dream.  My memory is fuzzy now after waking up.

Ok, so then the next thing I clearly remember is that it’s chaos.  Sirens are going off and planes are flying all around.  Suddenly there are people dressed in military uniforms running around this grassy area.  My ex, Sean, apprears and he grabs my right hand and yells, “Come on!”  He starts to run towards this grassy area.  In my other hand I am pulling an empty grocery cart, not by the handle but from the opposite end.  There’s another girl there, but I don’t know who or what she is.  It’s just a vague impression of a person I know is there.  She is dark haired and wearing white. 

Sean is holding my hand and running towards the grass.  There are 2 military people standing to one side.  There’s one military guy standing to the other.  These three people are facing each other.  Some sort of verbal exchange goes on between these military people, something like, “DO YOU TRUST ME??”  “YES, I TRUST YOU!”  Everyone is yelling because there’s so much noise from the airplanes and sirens that are going off.  We’re running towards these people and the next thing I know the guy standing to our left shoots at the 2 people to our right with a rifle.  The people to our right are not phased.  When the shooting stops, the guy who was being shot at just laughs hysterically.  The guy to our left does too and he goes, “Man, you really thought I was going to shoot you, huh?”  And the guy to my right says something like, “Yeah, I didn’t know what you were really going to do.”  And then I realize that it was some sort of game of chicken or something between these guys. 

So then Sean and I just sit down on the grass where we are at, cross legged.  We sat down in this really weird way where we are very entwined and we are holding each other close and I say, “I love you so much, Sean” and he squeezes my hands to his chest and kisses my forehead.  That other dark-haired mystery woman who was wearing white had also appeared again and had sat down next to us when we sat down.

Then I woke up.