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7/28/10

I haven't been having any "stand out" dreams lately.. I wake up barely remembering any or may have gone a few nights in a deep sleep. I just have been having those light dreams
..just nothing interesting about them. Just a quick update the dream I had about a baby in my arms..a family member of mine just found out they are pregnant with their first child.
I tend to know someone is going to have a baby by having dreams that I am having or holding one myself..
Weird..lol.

Last night I had a dream it felt like I was a in my very early teens.. I was on the front porch and remembering this gloomy orange light above me. It was the only light that was on ..other houses were dark I couldn't even see the color of their walls.
I turn to see my grandmother ( May she rest in peace) in my dream and she rarely is seen in my dreams.. this would be the 3rd time I have seen her since she passed away so many years ago.
I see the place slightly change instead of me standing on the front porch I was standing underneath train tracks.. ( in n.y we have some tracks elevated in some streets and sidewalks). So I am standing under this train station.. I am struggling at this point in my dream trying to take down any hidden messages or symbolic meanings.. I have habit looking for those in my dreams they r more interesting days later. . anyway
I am under the train tracks and once again I find myself knocking out a girl clear across on her back in the middle of a crowd. It felt good knocking her out because I felt attacked. She hit me and I just felt the need to hit her back after I was trying to calm the situation down.

I knocked her out and I see police officers coming towards me hands on their hips
So I start yelling " I had to defend myself! I had to defend myself!" I look over and see my grandmother and her face is puzzled.. she is not happy but she is not sad either.. it was more like " damn you didn't have to do that". I find guns pointed at me and I felt so weird.. it got so quiet ..I thought it was the last moment of my life..

That was it.. weird dream but decided to documented it anyway..

Night of April 27, 1984. Friday.



There were two times in my life where I had an extremely vivid and fully in-body dream of a “melted” bicycle in a more notable way, and each time I had had a small amount of alcohol in real life prior to my dream (although I normally have not drank at all throughout my life). Thus, when I think of beer or alcohol in general, I automatically think of useless, melted bicycles, which seems to imply you “lose control” or are “unable to steer”.

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I go down the front stairs from my apartment in the King Street boarding house and onto the porch. It seems fairly late at night or very early in the morning before dawn. Soon, another person who is very drunk (Shawn P) comes out and says what a nice bicycle I have and continues to say positive things about it in a sincere but inebriated way. The bicycle is leaning against the front of the porch on the right side of the doorway. Upon taking a closer look as I am taking it out from the porch to ride it, I then see that the entire front half is partly melted and crooked and thus unusable.

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See also: The Beam (warning against alcohol?)

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