Skygerobrian

12/04/12
11:00am

Me, family members, and good friends of the family are all travelling on a bus. I look out the window into this old industrial yard. There is a pile of stuff and large overhead pipes. (I had a other dream here but can't remember any more than being in a hurry and going through the piles and maybe turning some valves.) Also in the yard was a motor-home.

I could see in through the back window of the motor home from the bus that there was a pile of wood inside being fed into some kind of furnace. We stopped and went inside the motor home. The inside was cramped but much larger than it could possibly have been. To our good fortune we had stumbled upon one of the worlds greatest secrets.

This place apparently made some of the best bread ever....hence the wood furnace. Somehow they also managed to make wheat beer from the bread. I tried one and it was..omg outstanding. After finishing my drink we headed along some tables towards some stairs leading downstairs. On the tables were some cakes, pastries, pies, and other goodies. I tried something with banana... and it was also extremely good. I also remember their being some sort of kiwi cake. We didn't gorge ourselves and headed downstairs. I sat in a subway train like seat next to my sister and Ilean. They both had small plates. I was so happy and pleased that I squeed a little.

11/07/2012
5:30am
non lucid

I was having a conversation with a group of people in a parking lot when religion came up. I wasn't being that outspoken but when the age of the earth came up my atheism was exposed. We had headed inside a big building nearby which had underground parking.

To the right as you enter was a few rows of seats with each row in front of the other being a little lower than the previous. In front of the front row was a railing and a wall that dropped off to the lower part of the building. Directly as you enter was a set of carpeted stairs that also went down to the lower part of the building. At the other end of the stairs where two doors. One on the left led through other rooms and probably out to the covered parking. The other was about 7 feet away from the bottom of the stairs facing the stairs and led to a bathroom. This place was being used as a church.

One younger guy in the group had started ranting and raving in gibberish and was apparently trying to make an argument. I was seated in the far right of the rows of seats and a girl who was sitting next to me started to repeat a mantra like prayer. It went something along the line of "Jesus Lives, Jesus Lives" or "Jesus is real, Jesus is real"...over and over.

The guy was still going off and waving his arms about. I was a bit amused and dumbfounded at what I was seeing. The guy then started to do this funny dance like thing while still shouting out nonsense. He would sort of step to one side with his arms up and together to one side and flop his hands out in a sprinkling type motion. He did that a couple times on one side then went in the other direction. Between the guy and the girl who sat next to me, quite the rhythmic spectacle was being formed.

Suddenly, Thad(an old friend of mine who is a devout Christian) decided to make fun of this spectacle by picking up a base guitar and thumbing out a hokey tune to go along. Then Sam came in on drums and Daniel on guitar. They were really jamming and I was thoroughly amused.

I was beginning to walk down the stairs and for some reason I tried to throw a bottle of gatorade at sam. It missed and bounced of the base drum. Sam was upset and retaliated by throwing one of his drumsticks. It some how wound up getting under my bare feet and between my toes because it made me have trouble walking down the steps in fact I kind of slid a bit.

My gatorade bottle was now a bottle of beer(Coors/Corona) sitting on a table behind the drum set. I felt bad that I had disrespected these peoples sanctuary by bringing in a tally and Daniel said that I need to get rid of it. I grabbed it, put it under my jacket and headed into the bathroom.

As you entered the bathroom.. to the right was a trash can with... straight ahead was a divider and then some sinks with urinals to the left of them... to the far left was a single stall. Behind the divider were three small black waste-baskets. There was also a waste-basket in the stall which was empty except for the thin plastic bag. I swapped the empty waist-basket for one with a few paper towels in it.

I sat in the stall and took some sips of the beer and contemplated how to dispose of the bottle. I couldn't break it into pieces and flush it, and putting it in a bin with only a few paper towels in it was too obvious. I could sneak it out under my jacket....then I woke up.

1:20 pm
note: My mom has never had a drink in her "god" given life.

In a car full of guys headed to a party that happened to be in a house that is normally not there. My mom was there and was seeming to get more sober the more she drank. She was also quite normal by comparison. There were these small, furry, monkey/hedgehog/bird like creatures. They were really colorful and their beaks were long thick and curved. Anyway, they kept sneaking up on me and secretly latching onto my fingers and such. I wouldn't notice them for a while but when I did my finger would be so numb with pain. I started to get mad because though I yanked them off and kicked them away they kept coming back. I finally lost my temper and started choking one of the birds with both hands. My Mom calmly said to me "Ok.. you've gone far enough"