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?
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