Damning Dreamworld

Dream time.

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I remember football. A giant field that ended up being in a friend of mine's house. By a friend of mine I mean someone my mind completely made up. But we made a few dents in the walls and stuff of his house, fun but not really cool when his "Dad" showed up.

A character in many ways not dissimilar to your mom, with strange requests and personal laws that had to be carried out to a T. One of these was a old American War of some sort reenactment with live people, very slowly, in turn based combat. Turned out to be the civil war. I started out carrying the American flag, but it turned into the Confederate flag somehow. You know how dreams are.

Now, this is partly what got me starting to pray. Between rounds, the end of round action, I think I heard this 3 times actually now that i think about it, everything would get real quiet and you would hear, "...FIRE!" And then the loudest cannon you'd ever think of hearing goes off.

Yeah. Also, I remember a very SLOWLY moving conveyor belt with something on it that I thought was a disguised bomb, and I tried to warn people and have them call off the "game" or reenactment so I could deal with it.

On a lighter note, a good friend of mine was getting married. To some random guy that I apparently didn't have a problen with. Sweet. Also, there was a separate table for those of the African-American persuasion (May have had to do with the civil war thing in the dream), and they gave me some ribs. This was the high-point of the dream.

There was a 50-ish old lady in the dream that helped with the bomb thing (I think it was a hoax, I don't remember.) It sorta shifted so we were in some sort of music store. There was a shelf that had what was listed to be played at a radio station that day, but I kinda knocked it over. There were extras, and my producer for a band I'm in (a 40-year old nice gay black man if it makes difference, both IRL and in the dream) asked me if it was okay if he took some of the extras. I said sure, although I didn't know. Apparently, it wasn't and he and I managed to come up with an act to get the music back into the store. Dream moods for this section.

Alright, now we're getting close to the nightmarish part. My producer is driving me to a bus stop, and we're talking about homosexuality (because he's gay I guess). Lets me out, I'm standing at the bus stop. There's a few people, it's snowing. (white snow, watching fall sorta. Not dirty or melting.) And now that I think about it, I was waiting for a bus that was going the wrong way. Oh well.

Bus shows up. A few people get onto the bus but then it has to wait for traffic. It's kinda like a streetcar in that it's in the far left lane and traffic is SUPPOSED to stop for it. This traffic didn't, and it was coming in the opposite direction. One woman starts to cross, and I try and tell her to wait, but she couldn't hear me. She was hit by an automobile, not hard, enough to stun her and leave her kinda woozy. This turned out to be my beloved RJ =(.

It's a really old guy and his wife. The old guy and I are trying to see if you're okay. I'm more concerned than he is. Suddenly my Dad was standing off to the side as well. "You're not helping him, go check with the wife and see if they have insurance and stuff." Alright. I go and do that. They have insurance up to 1200something dollars. Cool. He doesn't have a drivers license to start, and then suddenly has one later (c'est la dreams), but they're kind of like temporary papers. So, from no license, to license. I can't remember any of the written details on the license. I turn around, and the old guy is gone, it's just dad with her.

He's looking in her eyes with a flashlight, and ends up saying something along the lines of "You should be fine, but you need to go to the doctor. I know they're all closed now back home (states I guess), and here's some money to pay the doctor when you get there. He then gives you an amount of change that probably wouldn't be enough to cover the doctor. =P I look back at the papers, and there's a picture. The picture's just of a neck to shoulder outline. That doesn't help at all. But I take a closer look and... hey, wait a second? That's my picture? (I'm getting very chills and am kinda tearing up at this. IRL, not dream.) There's other papers, and I flip through them, same license, but every time I flip through, more and more of me is exposed in the picture, and I'm naked in them. I'm totally overwhelmed with fear and then I wake up.

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Don't ask me what it means but I'm pretty scared as hell.

posted by JR @ 4:32 AM Comments: 0