CHiLLEN's Dream Journal

I was seeing a race track, and I could see the circle where the pits were. This is where the stock cars race as a side show before the big race happens.

I was in a class room with it full of children. We were all racing in our cars around the class room. I was racing competitively and was over taking a lot of kids. The teacher wouldn't let me race the next race because she said that people were surprised that you were lapping them. I waited a few moments to see if she would let me race after a short period on the side lines, this wasn't the case. I explained to her that it was unfair as it's in my genes to give 100% in anything thing and everything I do, nothing less. I added that I could help it as it's just the way I am. I've always been the competitive type.

I was now outside (Daytime). I saw a car, and I walked towards it and noticed my Mum was in there. She got out of the car and was holding a football (AFL ball). I wasn't in the mood to have kick the ball to one another because of what happened in the class room. I bit the bullet, and ended up having a kick of the ball. It felt as if It was half flat.

It was day time.

I was sitting? on the grass watching two kids wrestling on the ground. I think they were actually trying to submit one another using Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu (BJJ). I saw what looked like one of the kids fathers, he may have been the ref. It felt as if I was not sitting on the grass at this point, it felt as if I was seeing a scene of what I explained above. The ground wasn't flat, it was as if it was on a hill. I remember seeing a building.

I was at a house which reminded me a bit like Kayley's old house. I walked over towards the kitchen bench and saw what looked like bananas that were melted down and fried. Below the bananas was a loaf, that was in clear wrap. I wasn't sure what the loaf was, but It was too doughy to it, and looked as it had not set properly. I now was thinking that what I was seeing was made out of chicken breasts. I had one of the fried bananas in my hand, and wanted more. I put my hand in, to grab something else too eat. Jane (A friends Mum) noticed me going through the food, and said ''Why don't you just grab yourself a banana''. I was hesitant to grab food now, because I already had a banana in my other hand, and felt greedy. I ended up deciding to not grab any more food. Jane was explaining to me on how she cooked the chicken breasts. She said it was cooked with a hair curler.

I was at my house, in the garage. I was looking at my home gym, and was thinking of setting my bench up, so that I could lay on it and relax. I remember seeing Rach A, and we were talking about kids, and how people look after them.

Rach was eating candy, and she offered me a piece of it, which was in a round container. The candy was crunks.
Rach held up the candy, but now it looked like sheets of paper. On the candy it said made in 1995. The handwriting was pretty messy but was readable, and writing started off big and ended smaller. I thought it looked cool, and really wanted to taste and feel the texture of it shattering in my mouth.

Scene changed,
Daytime

I was now at a market place, in which I could see a outdoor eating area. There were people eating outdoors. It had a Italian look and feel to it. I somehow knew what the food tasted like.

I left the eating area and was faced with some lady wearing a Burqa (Turban), and a man. They had a basket full of bread rolls, and tried selling me some. They had a lot of bread in baskets.

I walked down stairs intending to buy bread there. I remember dropping something, as if I had my hands full. I was approached by a couple, which helped me pick the items up.

I reached down stairs, and a guy was sitting at the table, and he was telling another man that he had to do something with his life, as it was slipping away from him. I had a scene come to me. It was of a fighter and he was in between rounds, getting worked on by the cut man. The cut man was injecting steroid/cortisone into the man's eye brow.
(In reality, I was asked what I would like to do as a job, if I could choose anything, money no option. I love combat sports such as UFC, boxing, and would love to be a cut man, so I could see all the action and get paid for it.)

Dream Fragment,
I remember hearing or thinking of meditation, in which if you focused on your middle eye when meditating, that you would get stronger sensations.