Lying on the pavement outside a door. It is night and it is pitch black.
Walking on the street where it is raining very hard. Again it is pitch black.
I cannot see. At first it is because my eyes are closed, and I am trying very hard to open them. It is a struggle. When I finally manage to do so, everything around me is still all black.
I see John Deere machinery in a large parking lot. All green with yellow letters. There are tractors and hoes and harvest machines.
The number fourteen somehow came into the dream.