Digging a hole in the factory

I was in  a warehouse of factory and there was a large machine that was pounding a hole in the ground.  The machine was very big and had men walking around on it.  There were decks around the machine with steel railings.  The center of the machine was a piston with a point.  The piston went up and down to create a large hole.  I watched as the machine slowly went into the ground as it drilled a hole.  The men on the deck slowly disappeared.  The men who were operating the machine decided to take a lunch break.  Me and another person started walking around on the machine.  I noticed that the machine vibrated when we walked around on it.  I told my friend the machine was a little shaky.  He started running back and forth on the machine and making it rock.  Eventually he made the machine tip over and it crashed through a small office in the center of the factory.  I escaped by diving under a steel stairway.  The machine was not injured but it was laying in all the wreckage .  The supervisor came back and started getting very angry.  His face got red and he fired my friend.  I was so glad that he got fired because he had done things like that in the past and gotten away with it.

Driving West

I was in a car driving cross country to the west.  I had a female companion who was going to meet somebody to get married.  We drove through countryside with lots of wheat growing.  We came to a city and there was a factory on the side of the road.  The employees had to cross the road to get from the parking lot to the factory.  There was a warning sign and I slowed down.  Right in front of me a bunch of employees crossed the road and I had to slam the brakes hard to stop from hitting them.

Cloth factory

I was in a factory that was making cloth.  The walls were all white.  There was a large machine that was making cloth.  My task was to take the cloth as it came out and roll it up.  The cloth kept going crooked and the rolls had lumps in them.  Sometime the cloth would catch on a nail in the floor and then start tearing so that made the bundles of cloth uneven.  I took the bad bundles and put them on a stack.  The stack of bad bundles was growing very fast.  Somebody else was running a sewing machine.  The machine took several spools of thread and wove the threads into rope.  The rope was very loosely woven and it had a distinctive geometric pattern to look at.  The pattern was complex and beautiful to look at.  All the threads were different colors.

More war stuff

I was in some sort of military organization.  We were under attack by the enemy.  We were inside a factory or warehouse and outside was rolling green hills and green trees.  There were also hedges and stone walls to hide behind.  We went outside the factory to fight the enemy.  We fought them back.  During the attack I got scraped by one of the enemy soldiers.  It turns out the enemy was zombies that had been specially created to attack us.  My arm bled orange and not red.  The doctor told me since he looked at it early enough I would not turn into a zombie also and he would not have t cut my arm off.