Dirty Po Po

I figured I better post my most memorable dream of late before it fades. 
I begin near Ridgemont baptist Church, it is the old church before it burnt and they rebuilt.  I realize that I am dreaming and make the mall of abilene my destination.  I fly about halfway and I see all these cars along the freeway, police cars.  I think to myself, this is what I am dreaming? Cars and no people?  I start to wake up and then I willfully keep my eyes shut and begin dreaming again.  Same spot on Buff gap Road near the freeway on the side of the mall.  I;m in the car with Abbye.  There is a hispanic police officer in front of me talking on his radio.  I tell abbye, keep your eyes open and your cell ready.  I don't like the way he's looking at me.

He walks up to my window, I crack it a bit and he starts accusing me of not listening to him.  "Do you have a problem listening and following orders he yells.  I apologize and tell him I'm sorry I don't know what orders you are referring to.  'You just sit right there" he shouts.  In my mind he is trying to set me up cause it's obvious he's had a rough day.  All of a sudden he is in a truck that is heading straight for our car and he jumps out.  I yell at Abbye to get out of the car and we dart out and the truck just misses her.  I begin yelling irately at the cop telling him You almost hit and killed my wife, what the hell is wrong with you!?! an old high school friend Sienna Miller pops up in my dream with a few of her friends. i yell to her go get help, this guy is setting us up!  I yell back at the cop, everybody is witnessing this! 

Dream ends and all of a sudden I am outside the apartment complex of the girl I had the long affair with.  (see previous posts)  I am not certain if she lives there still or not.  I had blocked her page and her friends page so my wife could no longer visit it I since removed it when my wife figured it out but thankfully she has her page blocked.  lying cheating !$@^%# sorry, stream of thought.  It is raining and I wonder why I am there.  I peep around one of the apartments and see her outside smoking.  I put on my hood and hop over some non existent fence and run away hoping she doesn't spot me.  Then I wake up.

Don't Freak out

So, if you happen to come across my dream blog site begin reading and you happen to know me, or if you even run across me somehow...don't freak out.  remember, these are my dreams and rest assured I wouldn't try and act them out, 99% of them anyway.  I know you all have dreams, that if I were to know what they were, I might be worried about running into you too. 
While I was here I was going to try and recollect my last dream. . .I am drawing a blank.   aha, this is a dream before last...i think.

(this is after the news of osama bin laden death)  I bust into a compound with a group of people.  and we apprehend the offender...it is the fat guy who assisted Borat in the movie...well, Borat.  He is who we are after.  We arrest him in my dream.  I find his computer and begin looking through his files.  I find pornography (this is before the news came out osama had a stash of porn on his computer, I guess 12 wives weren't enough) They are older women on his computer.  not granny old, well a few might be, but cougar or 50+ showing signs of aging.    then I see my wife, like a younger version and pics of her in lingerie.  I am somewhat disturbed, upset, and turned on at the same time.  I quickly save them to my flash drive while deleting those from his computer so as not to be the laughing stock of comrades when they obtain the computer.  My dream concludes. 

Feeding Homeless

So, and ecxiting dream I wished I had posted earlier, because it has become. . .prophetic. 
I dreamt I was walking along the railroad track and entered the area in which the homeless camp out around n 1st area past Fehr Foods.  The area opened up into a "hidden area"  there was a single tree but I noticed someone laying near the railroad tracks...it shifted from a large woman to a man.  I checked him and he wasn't breathing...but then he got up and walked away.  Next thing you know my best friend is in my dream...don't remember the convo. 
Jets and helicopters begin flying over and dropping food and other supplies for us and me and several others set up a place to serve food and aid to the homeless in that area.  I remember being excited enough to call my friend the next day when I woke up. 
Well, Trevor Allen, calls me last week (in real life now) and asks I want to be invloved in a fundraiser for "The Forge", a restaruant that gives food to the homeless and lets you pay what you want.  The reason he called me about it is because it was in response to his homeless friend who got killed by the train two weeks ago as he was crossing the tracks to go eat at "The Forge"!  I only thought about and connected the dream a day later.  So now we are organizing a big event to help raise money to keep the forge in business for the local homeless. 

willpower, spooks and tuxedos

So, I've had dreams the past month or so.  Just no time to write.  Last night I had a slew of dreams.
The first of my dreams I was pulling into a big white mansion and I am asked where my tuxedo is.  I have no idea, the host of the party at this mansion says my tux is in the "suit room"  I look around and find the suit room.  A big black gentlemen is there to "fit" me in my tux. 

Dream changes and I am either at Jefferson middle school or alta vista or a mix of both.  I am helping watch the kids during their quiet time.  They have a red light that signals no talking.  I tell the teacher, I remember one guy who could look straight ahead but see everything that is going on around him.  He was good. 

Later, I'm in some line with some random group of people and I say something that causes this girl to begin laughing.  She keeps laughing.  I don't recall what I said in the dream, but I asked her. . .you really thought that was funny didn't you.  Well, I notice she is paying me more attention, eye flirting with me.   I begin to do the same and she waits for me along the outside wall so she can go through the door with me. . .I then show her my wedding band and she gives this frown and "boo".  I'm flattered, but turn down the offer to mingle with her any longer. 

Dream shifts to where I am at our house, but not our current house in real life. . .I see sophye around the age of 10 or 11 in her bed.  It's a bunk bed and the ceilng has a glass window of nice design above her bed.  She is screaming for help as she is being pulled by some force through her bed (very poltregiest like). . .she crys out and I have to go onto the ceiling and break the glass.  I go and grab her and it begins pulling the both of us harder.  I hear voices saying to me"We just want you". I'm hanging on to the top bunk bed frame with her in my arms too.  I feel the force pulling me from my chest, I yell help as loudly as I can and then I wake the hell up from that dream . . .

Blowin em up

2 nights ago. hmm wow.  let's go back a week to what I remember.  I am in a mall and I go to a room and somehow begin sexing it up with a half black half white woman. . .it then turns into one of those places where you get a peep show, but it is on a movie screen, like those portable dvd players and people are around me with there pants pulled down with there hands on their piece. I'm thinking this is sick and I have to get out of here.  I then "fly" out of that place into the hallspace of the mall and begin dancing with some female.  That's the end of that dream.

2 nights ago I dream I'm around my old neighborhood near where I grew up, off sayles blvd and 11th.
I enter into this club by force. . .something to do with a joker like character.  Apparently he has put a bomb in everyones food.  I walk towards a stair case near the front entrance and people start blowing up and this joker guy is laughing.  I now become guilty by association and try to run out and separate myself from this guy so the police don't suspect me.  All the other witnesses are dead so no big deal.  Now I'm back on sayles blvd heading south towards 11th prior to waking up.

Porn Star and a Baby

Dream one:  I'm sitting up in bed with jenna jameson (one of her younger incarnations).  She is under the covers next to me, hair pulled up and topless.  she is showing me some new sex game on her iphone.  I tell her I don't really need to see that.  I mention "I don't have to see or talk about sex all the time you know?"  My wife then walks in the room and I tell her we are just having a discussion, that's all.  I hate i remember the details of this dream so vividly. . .vivid...wasn't that a porn company she was apart of? 

Next dream I find a baby on the side of the road someone has discarded and driven off.  It is in it's baby carriage.  I get really upset because I didn't see the car drive off, I only heard it.  I tell myself I would rather them have had an abortion than to leave a baby stranded they didn't want. . .I then shook my head in disbelief that I even said that.  The baby then shrunk to the size of my palm.  It fit in my hand. . .I'm trying to give him milk and put him close to my chest to keep him warm when I go somewhere to tell some group of people we have to help this child.  My dream shifts and now I'm on a trailer on the back of a train.  My two sons are on it and liam is sliding off. I grab him and pull him up and tell him to stay close to the middle, and realize I dropped the little baby in the sand.  I hop of the train, grab the baby get back on the train and dust him off a bit.  The dream concludes thank God.

Dream Within A Dream

I remember walking into a lab of sorts and a couple of people (friends?) hooking up monitors to me to observe my dream state.  Guy handed me a cup and I asked if it was an anesthtic.  He replied, no, "just some hot chocolate to relax you."  I take a sip and place it on the table next to me as they hand me some goggles to cover my eyes.  I place them and try to fall asleep, unsuccessfully at first, light peeping through until I realize that I am dreaming.  I become aware I am dreaming within this dream, though I was not aware I was dreaming prior to entering the 2nd dream state.  I realize, "aha, you guys can manipulate my dreams now, because I noticed the people aren't doing what I would like them to do.  I try to catch up and talk to some female on the sidewalk and she has nothing to do with me.  I realize this might be difficult.  Then I am apparently watching myself (or what I would am dreaming myself to be)  I see a red firebird speed up nearby and screetch to a halt and me with a handle bar mustach (like a biker) and a long mullet hops out of the car. . .I'm thinking to myself...this is what I'm dreaming right now?  I'm dreaming I'm some kind of douchebag who thinks he's cool pretending to be some undercover cop?  and as abrubtly as it began, it ended.

One/two for remembering

I've done a poor job of logging my dreams of late.  Of those dreams I can remember, I will begin with the latest.  I remember driving down our county road with a friend (of varying degrees) named Dason.  All of a sudden storm clouds and a tornado begin following us.  I hit the gas and am swerving all over the road from the wind.  Next thing you know there is a tornado of brownish color directly in front of me and there are snowflakes wipping out of it.  It's snowing again in my dream. . . This concludes that dream.

Another dream that happened around a month or so ago...Abbye, my wife, and I are in the womans apartment that I had an affair with.  Abbye wants to look around and I just want to go.  I didn't feel right.  The girl gets home and has a date with her...an indian (india) guy, (she had this indian fetish, among others) I politely say hello pat him on the back, tell her sorry we are here...she goes to the bathroom to fix herself up and somehow we all get in the same car together.  My wife and this girl in the back seat, and a group full of indian guys, some of which look like the cast from Outsourced.  I'm thinking this is odd.  The car turns into some kind of seating in a gymnasium and I see my father in law walking towards me...I look back and my wife is gone but this girl is still behind me.  I think to myself, "great" he's going to think something is up.  I greet him and tell him Abbye was just with me. . .shortly thereafter I wake up.

One day, when I'm not so rushed for time I will sit and write these out where it's not so stream of thought and disjointed. . .but they are dreams right?