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    1. Scattered Dreams

      by , 09-18-2016 at 06:54 AM
      First Scene: Snowy Rest Area
      I appear outside of a rest area off of some highways. It's not from my perspective because I can see my self standing in a snowstorm wearing winter gear next to a car. The car is of little importance and I didn't really notice too many details about it. I am to the right of the rest area building in a parking lot which is covered with snow. We are in the mountains somewhere in this dream world. Maybe we are close to one of the Dream Castles, I am not sure. I am the only person here.

      A bus shows up. There are a bunch of people on the bus with a bunch of kids. They set up a bunch of tents to the right of me. Probably about 20 tents, some are for sleeping, some are just canopy tents. There is a police officer following this one kid. They come get me and we go through one of the tents together.

      New Scene: Massacre
      I believed I Was following some variation of the Harry Potter/game of thrones series'. Nothing at all lines up with those movies but in my dream state I believed it did.

      I'm at some kind of colosseum with a big group of soldiers. We are wearing armer from the Roman times. We are all on foot running counter clockwise down this hallway. This hallway circles the stadium and our goal is to run in and attack the enemy troops. At the last second I decide I need to hold back because something seems wrong. I warn the troops but they provide wth the original plan. My entire Team got tricked. It was a massacre. The enemies lured my men into the center of the colosseum and surrounded them. The enemies were on horseback, some had little carriages full of enemy troops.

      While this was all happening I snuck out and into their fighting academy. They were sparring and practicing their attack strategies. Some how I snuck past them and got out alive.

      New Scene: “Jimmy makes a deal”
      In another scene my step brother Jimmy was on the run in these snowy mountains. There were big torches lit on fire all over the place giving off a red glow over Jimmy's face. He had a beard and looked much more rugged than usual.
      He was making a deal with the devil.

      New Scene: “Water Theatre”
      I'm in what looks like a giant lake. I'm very far away from land but there is this big floating amputheatre. When looking from up above it looks like a horseshoe shape. The opened side leads to the open waters but in order to get out of the theatre one has to swim and leap out of the water and over a small wall.

      I'm outside the theatre looking in and these massive mermaids start leaping out of the theatre into the open waters. They look so realistic and absolutely majestic. Right in front of me, Sanza stark as a mermaid jumps out of the water and performs a glorious swan dive back into the water. It was absolutely fantastic to watch.

      New Scene: Moved to Nantucket

      I'm very excited to have recently moved to Nantucket. This dream version of the island is very different than the real Nantucket. It's a village built on the water, there's really no land it's all just wooden structures connected to each other with wooden bridges and held up by wooden posts that are buried deep in the water.

      I arrive in the village and these two men seemed to have gotten the impression that I owed them something. There were trying to get me to pay them back, they threatened me and I quickly put them in their place.

      I walk over to the the village school. I walk upstairs and there is a classroom on he right side about halfway up the stairs. I like my head in hear singing. I go inside and sit down with Bill Belichick's son. He's reading a piece of vocal music. I join in, it's an arrangement from chamber singers. He tells me that he's prepping for when he has to hold a baby while singing. He wanted to learn to sing more gently so he won't hurt the baby while he's singing.

      I leave the school and bump into Davis. He tells me to meet over at his place for coffee between 4:00 and 6:00. I ask if he means am or pm and he laughs and says “pm”.

      I wake up
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    2. Trauma on the bus

      by , 09-18-2016 at 06:52 AM
      Trauma on the bus
      I start my dream from my own perspective not from some out of body perspective. I'm on a bus getting ready to go somewhere but looking back, I'm not really sure where. Although my dream self considers this a bus it's really more or a train.

      No one is buckled, the buckles aren't even connected to the seats. Instead this “bus” has these blue little straps hanging from the walls. The buckles aren't that of a conventional seat belt either. They are a buckle I've never seen before, perhaps a strap designed by my subconscious, they don't look very safe.

      We are moving at this point and I'm facing the traffic behind us. This strange bus appears to be driving sideways but I'm not really taking much note of this and don't seem alarmed in the slightest.

      We get a message over the intercom to prepare for impact. There's going to be an accident. At first it's puny, barely an accident at all. Everyone starts cheering! We survived and really dodged a bulletin there.
      Then we get a message again, that we are about to be in a much bigger accident. We start free falling down this extrememely steep hill. Out the window I can see that we are flying past cars. I run over to one of those straps and it doesn't fit around me, so I wrap it up in my hand and then sit in my seat. My back is pinned up against the seat. If we hit something going this fast I'm done.

      People start calling their loved ones.

      I grab my phone to call and say “call Ann Boon”, my phone responds “calling Ann Boon”. My mom answers the phone normally and I quickly tell her I'm about to die. I say good bye. She calmly asks me why, the whole time I can tell she's struggling to stay calm.

      We start smashing through things, but we aren't getting hurt. It's very loud. My mom still on the line is doing a fantastic job keeping her cool.

      We come to a halt…

      We all look around waiting for another message over the intercom, but there is nothing.

      We survived!!

      I'm in my seat, everyone is so happy we survived. I look up at the ceiling and this long plasma TV starts playing a video. Its a thumbnail photo of every U.S. president that ever lived. We are notified that all of them are here to shake our hands.

      I wake up
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    3. My girlfriend broke up with me???

      by , 09-16-2016 at 06:31 AM
      I just had this really intense dream about my girl friend

      I'm in Boston at a train station of some sort. Its similar to the Commuter Rail platform at Back Bay Station. I'm witnessing this scene from a different perspective, I'm looking at myself having a conversation with my old colleague Mont. There appears to be some sort of conflict. I missed my stop on the subway so I got off here. Its still light out, and the rays of sun are shinning into the station, its not quite as dark as Back Bay station usually it. I ask Mont how to get home from here. I realized I have to go back one stop to get to my car.

      Instead of returning to my car I go with Mont to his house. At this point the dream is from my perspective and I'm planning on spending the night at Mont house with a few friends. We get on a plane to head over to his house. The plane is filled with people, one of them was my college roommate from freshman year. The seats are blue, and most people have their tray tables down.

      The plane lands and we arrive at Mont's house with some of his friends and his girl friend.

      We're in his living room, at this point its night time and there is no natural light shining through the windows. His house was a split level house. The upstairs had dark red carpeting. The living room had a brown couch and a glass coffee table. Mont and his girl friend are sitting on the couch drinking a couple of beers.

      My girlfriend shows up, I greet her at the front door. (from door was glass with storm windows, the stoop was made of big blue stone bricks) She's being so mean to me, its very uncharacteristic of her to be rude. She brings me around to the back patio and breaks up with me. I start crying like crazy. I feel completely helpless, I'm absolutely devastated and she won't tell me why. She won't do anything but be really mean and seemed completely unfazed by any of this.

      I am overwhelmed with thoughts. I think of her family and how maybe they could talk some sense into her. Right when I though that, she called her mom and told her we were done and not to talk to me anymore. I could hear her moms voice on the other line, every bit as confused as me. She quickly hangs up the phone and walks further into the backyard down a little path. One of Mont's friends is sitting on a set of patio stairs, they engage in conversation.

      At this point I feel that we haven't finish our dialogue so I intrude. Mont's friend gets up and leaves. I tell her that losing her would be like losing my mother or my brother. It would be like receiving a phone call from your dad to inform you that he is no longer your dad. She looks at me blankly.

      After what felt like an eternity of talking with her and following her around Mont's backyard I went back inside. Completely devastated.

      When I get inside I have a flashback of this time I was hanging with my best friend Nick. We were driving around with his gf and my gf. We were driving on the highway. Nick is driving and I'm sitting up front in the passenger seat, and the girls are sitting in the back. We're about to stop for some food. The girls couldn't eat what we were stopping for because it wasn't healthy.

      I feel so comforted my girl friend at this moment. I remember that Nick and I partied at Mont's house with his girlfriend once, we had to drag a bunch of mattresses into the basement because there weren't enough spots to sleep down there.

      Thats when it hit me!!!
      Of course!
      That's why she was mad!
      She was mad because we moved out mattress into the basement at Mont's house!

      I'm back at Mont's house and I explain to everyone that the extra mattress downstairs was for Nick and his girl friend. I have to leave Mont's house and tell Jen immediately.

      I leave Mont's house and his front steps are weird. They are made of road boxes stacked on top of each other. Each step is a different height, some steps are so big I feel like I have to jump. I'm afraid of falling that these huge steps, it's a long drop! The steps Lead down into a vacant mall store.
      It's very dimly lit. The light shining in is from the main shopping area outside this store. The garage door looking thing is pulled down and locked.

      My girl friend comes to pick me up. The car pulls up right next to the massive stairs. I get in the car.

      She's so much different than before. She looks me in the eyes, her sitting in the driver side seat, and me looking over from the passenger seat. She tells me it was just a bad dream, that she never broke up with me. She loves me so much. I feel so much better!!!

      We start off driving and her friend is in the back seat now. I don't know this person, she's little on the heavier side and looks nothing like any of her friends. The roads are terribly snowing, we're driving through an awful blizzard. We come up to this crazy water slide. It's out of season, and covered in snow. We proceed to drive up it. Her friend in the back seat is having the time of her life, completely unfazed by this dangerously steep, windy, slippery slide. The car starts to struggle so we use our arms to climb up the slide. We have our hands and feet out the windows to pull the car up and it's very strange.

      I wake up to the sound of a text message. My girl friend is on a retreat for the week so we have been communicating via phone for the last couple days. it says “I can't wait to see you tomorrow! I love you so much!!!”

      What a crazy dream!!!
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