That is some crazy dreams. . Really fun to read. You should create a blog entry for it so that others see as well, right now they see it as comments unless they click it.
there's more, but i remember fighting with her friend that pretended to be her, and since i takes so damn long to type this, i'm going to continue the hunt! i'm getting warmer.
“Ok.”, answering as if I had been had. “Tell me what you do, for a job.”, as I still enquired for more facts. “I work at a store, and you were in it! With that last girl that you were dating! You got into it with one of my friends! She was asking you a bunch of questions about things that I had told her about…”, she said, still attempting to lead me to right conclusion. “I can’t remember anything about that right now.”, I told her. “Hell, I don’t know how much of this entire conversation that I’m going to remember when I wake up!” “Well, you scared the shit out of her! I don’t think I’ve ever seen her that scared, but you REALLY scared her!”, she said with absolution. “I wish I could remember! Should I apologize?”, as I was still trying to recall as if it were some blacked out night of drinking. “You’re really serious! You really can’t remember! I can feel you trying, but I only see flashes, and none of them make sense… at all! You remember almost everything!” “Yeah… it’s kinda funny like that. For me at least. It seems that I can experience some things here, and not take it back, and some things there can be experience, but not take here. Sometimes, it can take me a month or more to remember things that happened, or were said. Sometimes I won’t remember it at all, or sometimes I won’t remember it until it happens. That’s just always been the way that it’s been. I’m kinda used to it.”, I said while wishing I could do more. “So it’s been a while, what do you see now?” Her silence and sense was one of realization. “Nothing! It’s black!”, she said a little shocked. “See! Right back where you started! Before you got here, I was looking at a gorgeous translucent hummingbird, but it was all black and right in front of me.”, I told her. “That’s one of your favorite birds!”, she said with a little bit of smugness. “Hawks too,”, she said knowingly, “but I know you like birds, from watching you.”
Memory: The image of (name deleted) came into my head as I was replaying what she had told me from a night of hanging out, beers, and playing pool. (name deleted) told me about how she had seen things through my eyes, and she thought that she knew who it was. This was almost a year and a half before it began to happen. She began straightening out her life, but also has certain talents that I don’t have. When I mean straightening out her life, it’s because I could not stand this person upon first meeting her. I always had the sense that something was off. To make a long story short, she was telling me about one of her personal dreams that didn’t pertain to me. “… and at on point, it was like I was awake, and when I opened my eyes, I saw a girl standing there with a photograph of a man. This is while I was having all of those dreams. All I could think of was ‘She looks kinda like me.’ Then she started talking. She said that this is her husband, and if I ever hurt him, she would beat my ass.” “So what happened?”, I asked. “I beat her ass!”, she said, “you don’t come at me like that! I grew up with two brothers! I look back at it, and I think it was you. In the picture, you had shorter hair, and it was really dark, but I didn’t think about it then.” “(name deleted)! Whatcha doin’ beatin’ my wife’s ass, man!”, I said in a little bit of a laughter. “I’m sorry! I didn’t know! There’s more.”, she stated quickly. “I had another dream about this guy, you. You were playing pool… at this table, actually, and you saw her, but you didn’t know who she was! You had an idea, but I knew, and you didn’t! All I was thinking, was ‘That’s her!’” “Interesting!”, as I grabbed my beer and sat back. “So you’re telling me that there’s another! Maybe I‘ll finally meet my wife, or atleast another dreamer. Like I told ya, ‘They‘ said that I would.” Of course there’s more, but I’m not going to interrupt the current story. “That’s her!”, she said, “I can see what you’re thinking! This is so weird!” “Yeah, that’s (name deleted). She’s like you, and she’s seen a lot of my life too, but she‘s pretty strong in different regards.” “She hurt me so bad! Doesn’t that bother you?” I could almost feel the remembrance of the pain in her voice. “Not really.”, I said. “You can’t go around threatening everyone and not expect to get your ass handed to you every once in a while! If you wouldn’t do in real life, then why in the hell would you do it here, is how I look at it. It’s kinda like I learned years ago. There’s always going to be someone faster and better than you at some point. Perhaps that’s something that you needed to learn.” “Yeah, I can understand that, but I’ve always wanted to be there for you.”, she said in the most sincere tone. “Well, if that’s the case, then you know that I’m right under you nose, and always have been. Why did you ask me if I was old?”, I said, quickly jutting back to the initial meeting. “I dunno. I always thought that someone that knew as much as you did, had to be pretty old.”, she said in an almost ashamed tone. I was a little shocked. “So you’re telling me that you’d marry some ‘hundred year old man that you’ve dreamt about?” “Yeah!”, she said without hesitation. “For me, none of that matters! Everything that I’ve learned, everything that I’ve seen, has helped me in my life! Why? Does it matter to you what I look like, or who I am?” Her statement was one of disbelief and concern. “You know the women that I’ve been with threw out my life, and you know what I’m attracted to.”, quickly stating. “I do”, her reply was also short and to the point. “Then you know that some girl could be ‘The most gorgeous woman on the planet’, but if she’s empty inside, I want nothing to do with her. Then you also realize that I still have to be attracted to the other person physically, because all be it, I’m still a man and we’re visual creatures. Let’s face it. I could find you, and love who you are, but if you’re 400 lbs, and got a gapped tooth, we may have to talk about a diet plan and braces.”, still exuding a little laugh of dry humor. “Ok, I can get that, but I’m really your type!”, she said. “Ok, what’s that?”, I said inquisitively. “Tell me what you look like.” “Well, I have dark hair, and blue eyes, and I‘m actually thin.”, she said. “Well I gotta admit, that’s definitely my M.O., but in all honesty, it’s going to leave me searching the globe for what I pretty much look for anyway. Is there anything else?”, still pressing for better conformation. “I wear glasses sometimes, and I have a tattoo! You’re actually are the inspiration for my tattoo!”, she said excitedly. “Oh man! Tell me you didn’t like, tattoo my name across your chest or something.”, I almost sat back wondering where this was going to lead. “No.”, she said. “I know you don’t like girls with tattoos across there chest, but it is almost kinda like your name.” Her tone said that I should have know this already. “…I give up.”, after feeling as if I only had half of my brain. “Give me a clue.” “It’s from one of your dreams!”, still making it seem if I could remember them all. “There was a guy… “, still coaxing my memory on. “Man, your brain really doesn’t work the same here, does it! Ok. You were watching him, and he called you something… He could fight really well…” Her mild coaxing struck a nerve, and without hesitation said, “ ’(deleted)! He sees!’ I remember that one! I’m glad that guy was nice, cause he was a real bad-ass!” “It IS you!”, her excitement was almost hushed and wide-eyed. I laughed a little at the response and said, “I thought we’ve already established that!” “Yeah, but NOBODY has ever been able to tell me that!”, her response seeming more aroused than normal.
“That’s weird.” she said. “I think I see you! It IS you!” She exclaimed. “You’re cuter than I thought!” “In the net?”, I asked in surprise. “ She spoke in a sound that made it seem as if her jaw had dropped, “No, I’m right in front of you!” I thought for a moment, “Well, I can still tell you that I’m in the dark sitting cross legged on what I think is a floor, and you sound like you’re off to my front left. I don’t know, if I’m attractive or not, but the way you said it, you must have been thinking I was a troll, or something!” I said, still laughing at my dry humor. “Anyway, Describe it to me. What’s the guy look like?” Again, she responded without hesitation. “You’re sitting on a couch, and you’re looking right at me!” “Well…” I responded . “ I can successfully tell you that I can’t see a thing, and I STILL don’t know who you are. Let’s try, this. What does this person look like? How about the skin color?” Her sense of focus became obvious. “He’s white.” “Ok. His hair?” “Long.”, she said in a befuddled tone. “OK. What is he sitting on?” “A couch.”, she affirmed. “And the color?”, I asked. “Brown, dark brown.” “Interesting. What’s the material?”, I asked, still pressing for conformation. “Smooth, and a little shiny.” “Fair enough.”, I told her. “Ok. What’s in front of the couch where I’m sitting?” “Haha!“, she laughed, “You said it‘s you!“ Laughing during the recognition of the Freudian slip, I said, “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves here. Tell me what you see.” “Ok, a table.” I began to think it was a obvious that everyone had a coffee table, so the interrogation pursued. “Well, you seem to be doing pretty good. What’s the table made out of? What does it look like?” She still had the sense of focus when she said, “Rectangle, with glass on the top.” “What do you see on the table?”, still pressing her further. “I see a computer, a laptop. Papers… Mail! I see alot of beer cans! Are you an alcoholic or something?” I chuckled at the reply. I figured someone who’s dreamed about my life would have known whether or not by the same manner in which I do, but apparently not. The last one was telling me things that I was doing, and I had to tell HER that it was because I was drinking. “I know that I drink more than I should, and more than the average person, but you’ve seen my life. Have you ever seen me do anything crazy, or loose my head? It’s certainly not a healthy way to live, but the beer cans are for an old man to take to scrap, and the beer tabs are given to some hospital. I might very well be a bit of a slob, but I’m not a raging alcoholic. Ok. Since you said that I was looking right at you, turn around, and tell me what you see.” I was still feeling her investigative stance, but she kind of chuckled in the response and said, “Ok, but this is your apartment!” “That might be so,” I replied” but since I can’t see what you’re seeing, you need to convince me, so tell me what you see. “A T.V. , You’re watching T.V.” The tone of her voice was one that sounded like, “How could I have not known.” I was sitting in the dark still, and chuckling through the response. “Ok. Tell me what else you see. Take a step back and look at everything.” “I don’t know.”, she responded as if she was squinting in uncertainty, “There’s something black, but it has a green light on it, and there’s a cord attached.” I had to get her feeling comfortable with not seeing things clearly. “You seem like you might be on the right track.”, I told her encouragingly, “You’re doing good. Look at the wall behind the couch, and tell me what you see.” “A decoration , but I can’t really see it.” she stated. “Alright. How does the wall look?”, still being inquisitive. “It doesn’t go all of the way up!”, she stated . “Is there anything on top?”, I still pressed. “Something black, but I can’t really see it.” “That’s fine.”, I said as if it wasn’t important. “Walk past the wall, and tell me what you see on the other side.” “Ok. “, she said as her focus changed. “I’ve seen this before! You were with that last girl here! This is your bedroom!”, she said in a sound of personal realization. “Yeah, that’s my apartment, and that’s me.”, I said in a sudden realization of another fact. “It must be really difficult to watch me get into these relationships, and be forced to watch them! “No, not really.”, she said, as if it was almost common place. “You were lonely and she made you happy. Are you still together?” “No, we’re not together anymore. Her, and her mom played a little game, and I think that her friend’s behind it too.” With a voice of irritation and a bit of ferocity, I heard her project. “AARHH!! THAT BITCH!! I TOLD HER that IF she ever hurt you, I’d beat her ass! I can do that, I’ve done it before!” “Do NOT do that!“, I voiced in disapproval. “We are all here for lesson, and if someone has to play a game with me to learn something, so be it. As you have probably seen before, they all come crawling back, but I don’t care for them any more by that point. Though as I remember, you’ve also had your ass beaten.”, I told her.
There's more to be added, but as i'm not a very good story teller, and this is my first time as an author, this will have to do. details have been omitted so that only the true person can know the real details, and it's taken this lond to form the story chronologically. still more to come. ------------------------------------------------ I was told by "something" that this was going to happen. I neglected the "job" and finally came back to it. After having a couple of dreams about a really pretty hummingbird that approached in curiosity, in the same place, of course, this dream started. The Dream: I was sitting in the dark. The place where you “sense” everything, but see nothing. I heard a voice start talking. She said “Where am I? Who’s there?!? I know you’re here, because I can feel your presence! Who are you!” My reply was a little befuddled, “I guess I could ask you the same thing.” I heard her gasp. “Where am I! I know how to fight!,” I began to sense the fear turning into anger. “Well from what I understand about this place, it must be your first time, and I seriously don’t think that’s possible.” I was still baffled at this point. “I recognize your voice! It’s you! I’ve seen you in my dreams! I can feel you! I’ve heard of this happening before! I have so many questions for you! My mom dreamed about my dad before they ever met! Are you my husband?!? What do you look like? Are you old? Are you dead? Are you an angel, a ghost, a spirit?!? Are we supposed to get married?!? Are you in jail?!? Are you rich?!?” In the barrage of questions, it’s difficult to keep track of the overwhelming meeting. “whoa, whoa, whoa… slow down… I figured that my future wife wouldn’t be so concerned about my bank account.” I stated speculatively. “I’m sorry.”, she said. “I’ve been dreaming about you for so long! I’ve seen the things that you’ve done, felt what you’ve felt, and seen what you’ve seen, and now you’re here! I said that because I’ve seen how much money you’ve spent. She was still excited. “You were in a house with an old man and woman, and you all were talking about selling property worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. You also talked about how much property that he owned in different states!” I took a second to think, and said “Are you talking about the old man with the fucked up eye?” I asked. “Yeah!…exactly!” “That’s Otto, and that hasn’t happened yet.” I said in quick reference, “He’s the ’unsuspecting millionaire,’ and the one that taught me what hard work was, and how not to quit until the job was done, but I haven’t had that conversation happened yet.” “But I’ve already seen it!” Her tone had a sense of confusion. “ I saw you buy a car for that girl, and even though you loved that car, you still gave it to her!” “She NEEDED that car, and I‘ve been looking for one for her for a year and a half.” I said, in a bit of a snappy note. She followed quickly, “I know, but you LOVED that car!“ I smiled a little. I really did love that car, but being that I’m a mechanic, it’s easy to run across repairable cars for less than a grand. “She needed that car, and I SOLD it to her. She does, however need to pay me, but I know she’s struggling, that’s why I did it. That’s what you saw.” She was always quick with a response. “I know, but that’s not all you’ve done. You always help people when you can.” My quick interruption was, “Not everyone, but I try where I can.” “I know.” she said. I’ve seen you do a lot for people, like the guy at that bar that you gave money too. You didn’t even think about it!” “Really?“ I asked? “What does he look like? In her description, she pin pointed a guy that I’ve been friends with for years, and has recently come into money problems. “That’s (name deleted), and that hasn’t happened yet.” sounding a little confused, she said “But I saw it! I was you, and I was looking at him, and you gave him the money.” “Trust me.” I stated, “I would remember giving someone that much money, and it hasn’t happened yet.” I almost sat-back, if you will, and said, “Look, I don’t think you really understand how this works. Time doesn’t exist here the same way that it does when you‘re awake. Hell, I’m not even sure how it really works, but what you can dream about is possibly present, past, and future. The sad part is, you really won’t know about it until it happens. You’re not the first that’s dreamed my life. There have been two before you, and a few others that have similar talents. I’m not trying to upset you. You have great energy! I can feel that you’re a good presence, but I think you might be getting ahead of yourself.” I lightly smiled in realization of the fact. “However, in your defense, this is the first time that I’ve ever dreamed about someone, and spoke to someone that I’ve never met before, so feel special in that regard.” She sounded a little disturbed by that statement. “Why don’t you think I’m your wife?” She asked in a curious tone. “I’ve seen so much of your life! You’ve taught me so much! Some of the things that you think, and say… They’ve woke me up laughing! Then I’ll repeat to my friends, and they’re like…”, she stated in a bit of a sheepishly sarcastic tone. “’Did you learn that from your boyfriend?’” In brief a brief pause of shock, I said “You tell people that I’m your boyfriend?” “Yeah! I’ve told all of my friends.”, speaking in an attitude that told me I should have known, but she continued. “I know how to shoot a gun, from watching you. I know how to clean a gun, from watching you. I can parallel park, because I learned it from you! I learned to drive a stick shift, from watching you. I know how an engine works because of you. I know why brakes squeak, because of you! You know, running your finger around…” I quickly picked up the rest of the conversation. “The wine glass is the rotor, the finger the pad, and it vibrates at a frequency that you hear.” She surprisingly stated, “ Exactly! You’re him!” I paused in split second in a memory flash. “Hmmm… that’s funny… the only time that I’ve ever had that repeated to me, was by a girl that came into the shop with her mom when I was working at (name deleted).” I said. In the midst of that conversation, she had a began seeing the scenario that I was thinking about. She said “That’s me! I’m looking at me, but I’m you! That was you! How come I didn’t know? I thought that I would know as soon as I met him! Meet you!” The feeling was one of despair. I got the sense that the desperation and curiosity was a little overwhelming. “ ‘They’ told me that we wouldn’t know.”, I smirked in remembrance as I said it.
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Every girl that i've dated since 2006, i think, has told me that they have seen this woman in their dreams.
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