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.
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
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.
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.
Monday, May 2, 2011
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.
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.
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