Turquoise Dreams

12.28.13

Last night bed after 1:30am - 9:45am

Had to get up around 4 to take advil and watched TV till it kicked in (WBTB). I also had a convo with rudedude about dilds just before bed. And how I no longer have them, coz I mostly wild. I was trying to help him start RCing again.

DR:
I'm standing with crowd of people in a small, one story building with lots of windows. All is cool, when we hear something approaching. I look outside and there is this flying object approaching fast. Size of a small bus, white with red and blue stripes and with sharp corners.

It flys by, stops and turns around to come by again. I can see it's con trail. It slows down near the building and I yell "It's coming here, it's stopping". That's when I have the "wtf" moment. I look at my hands and I have more than 5 fingers. yeey, I'm dreaming.

I promptly throw a fireball. I'm satisfied that they are still guided by my eyes. Where I look, that's where fireball hits. Then there is this woman. And a baaaad witch. Then it turns out they are both one person. The witch changes her face to something hideous and comes at me with open mouth, yelling. I put my hands on her open jaw and push both jaws in different direction downward. I can feel her teeth, my hands are sore and bleeding. But I don't let go. I break her face and she falls into pieces. Someone tells me to make a hole and throw her in there. So I look at the grond and will a hole. I think it's too small and shallow. But when I look, I wery proud of my work. It looks like a 5 feet wide well, quite deep, and it has some purty shiny metal grates for the bottom. I throw her in there and pieces keep falling into the blackness of the well.

DR:
(During WBTB I watched a show "secrets of the secret service" and it was about how they were protecting obama during inauguration)
So, I'm suddenly sitting next to Obama. He is all relaxed and we are talking. Somebody wants me to show him a website I have linked earlier. So I look through my notebook. I have bunch of snippets, notes, links, all neatly organized and all about politics. I think I find the article but not sure about the link. I forgot what the topic was. So we are looking at his assistants laptop. As I move around, I touch a rifle that's proped against a chair. A very, very handsome secret service agent put it there. I apologize for moving it. It has a huge scope and it's beautiful. The rifle, I mean.

As I sit next to prez, our legs touch a few times. I wonder what is he doing here for so long and why is he talking to me so much. There is lot more, but I have forgotten : (