Caden

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May 25 2011

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There is a house that I can see through this gray fog…oh that’s my old house. Hmm, I feel like I could visit myself there.

The fog clears and I am in the road.

Wow looks like the old neighborhood but like it’s different, or a different place that has the same feel. Must a different dimension where my old neighborhood was laid out a little differently and a different me lives here.

I go up to a sign that feels like mine. It is one of those signs people can tow behind their cars and some times they park them some place. Instead of the letter slots it had a large plexiglass sign which could have other smaller signs attatched to it.

http://www.affordable-portable-signs...0SIGNS%201.jpg

It has tons of words on it and all of them extreme and religious with lots of “the Lord, REPENT NOW, GOD", and of course "THE END IS NEAR” all in yellow bold letters on a black background.

Ug, really? My other self is a religious fanatic? I feel sad.

I can still explore a bit.

There are a lot of houses around that look ones I knew but from a past dream.

The dreams fades.
....

I see some colors. The colors are becoming a sofa, and oh, there are two hot ladies on it that looked like their hair was from the 1960’s. I am kneeling on the floor in front of the sofa admiring the beauties, they are giggling and feeling nervous but adventurous. The one on the right takes off her top! The also brunette, and looking a lot like the one on the right, also takes off her top.

Your not pretty unless your topless.

Another brunette to the right sits down on the arm rest and giggles. I see up one of their dresses at their panties.

Ok time to take control of this dream and have some fun!

Dream fades to dark.

"Your not pretty unless your topless"? That doesn't sound like me, that's a sad thing to say.


I see something red. Oh, I see, it’s a blanket from my childhood home that was usually on my moms bed. This is my mom's room from my childhood. Wow this room is a mess! I never remember her keeping it this messy, she was a bit of a clean freak! I don’t feel her presence, maybe she’s on vacation. There must be something I need to do around the house but I can’t think of anything.

What was that movement? Oh it’s a cat…and another 2 cats. And a cat ran out from under the bed! I don’t recognize any of these cats and they all feel different than any cats I have known. Maybe I should feed them.

I walk to the kitchen.

Dream fades to black in mid strides.


I see a brick cinder block wall painted gray. There are lockers next to it. A girl (white 20 something shoulder length black hair) comes up to me and asks me something, I’m not sure what she just said, I am not fully integrated into this dream yet.

Umm, I’m not sure. (that should cover it)

She is giving me a quizzical look.

A guy (white late 20’s, dressed a little formal for school in a dress shirt and dress slacks): Hey whats up?

He seems worried.

Guy: What are you doing here?

?

He walks over to a bulletin board and looks at a paper on it listing something.
{he is looking at a class schedule.}

Guy: You are late for class! {by about 45 minutes! And this is the first day!!}

??

Guy: walks off shaking his head in disbelief.

The girl is still there watching this whole thing.

Wow 45 minutes. First days were sometimes the most important. I could miss it if the was an undergraduate class but this is a law school class. I can’t even go now! I haven’t done any reading at all, I am so toast now!! Well I can’t worry about it now, at least I can do whatever till that class is over.

Why is she staring at me like that?

I wake up.


[A black haired girl acting strange? I have to wonder if this anyone like the short haired girl I see so often in my dreams. She sure is close to it. And I do not have a "thing" for brunettes.]