Dream number 3

K so I'm back at our old house back in DOuglas before we all moved to Tucson. I'm walking through the rooms and halls as usual. So I go into the hallway which is the accessway to the 2nd floor, and I see our tenants' (?!!!) four dogs. (My grandpa used to rent the upstairs rooms but that was long beofre I was born) It was two black labs and a yellow one and I don't remember the other one. But so then I look out through the front door and see a British police officer shooting at somebody on the side of the house. Apparently they were both bad shots, tho. So I run back thorugh the house to tell Mom and Nana in the kitchen to close the back door because there's a robber or something lurking around. Suddenly, a man walks in the back door. Mom says he's the new handiman, but I go and check him out anyway. He's obvously stringer than I am, and he admits that there's a gun in his pocket and that it was futile to struggle with him. regardless, I did. And from a third person view it looked really lame.

mom's brief dreams

Sorry, but I've been experiencing a certain dearth of dreams, if dearth means what I think it means. But anyway my mom had two short dreams, so I'll elaborate on those.

In the first one, she sees my late Grandmda Olivia down a hallway with her arms spread out. Suddenly, she hears a phone ringing and Olivia is flashing birghtly like she's the telephone. She then aplogizes and goes off into the next room.

In the second one, she's yelling to me. "Can you turn down the air? It's hot and I'm sweating." And then she woke up, hot and sweating.

Dream Number2

I'm at some school on a very overcast day. It wasn't rain-cloudy, just really cloudy. Anyway so I keeping thorugh my schedule to see what class I'm supposed to go to. For some reason the school was a middle/high/posthigh school, and I was starting the posthigh school phase. I had four classes, then lunch, and then two more.

The next thing I'm in my second period class, but the teacher is nowhere in sight. Suddenly I hear loud whoosh from the window behind me and watch another aiplane take off from the nearby airport. So this plane took off as most planes do, but then it kinda stopped going up and began nosediving back to the ground as if it had tried to go up too quickly. As it comes plummeting to earth, I get scared, still looking through the window. Sheets off metal are continuing to peel off as it comes back to the ground, and then it crashes maybe not 1000 feet away from the school. By now everyone had noticed what had just happened, but the tachers and intercom system advised everyone to stay calm and that classes were expected to continue as scheduled.

A little nervewracked, but nevertheless an abiding student, I started to go down a hall where I saw some people from UHS class of '04. They were at some sort of conference table talking about some homework. I pop in and they all say hello. I suddenly notice an answer key on a side board. I pull out something from my backpack, some sort of multiple choice answer sheet, and start comparing the answers very hurriedly. However, I only got to question number 9, but they had all been right so far. The three other guys chuckle as the bell rings again.

So I'm going through more halls, and I hear chatter about how the planned barbecue outside had been more or less cancelled. As soon as you got your food, you had to back inside. Finally I make it into a room for intermediate Macroeconmics. Then I noticed that the teacher was Mrs. Gray. I was happy to see her and told all of the other students of how I scored a 64 on some test, after which they all applauded like people do on the first day of school. Whether or not it actually was the first day, I don't know. So she hands out some papers, but I didn't get chance to look at them cuz again the bell rang.

I had one more clawss before lunch, but I dind't know whatit was. So in the hallway I pulled out my agenda from my backpack and as I looked up I saw one of my real classmates, Rouli Ni. We said hello and he asked me where I was off to. I glanced at my schedule and it said that I had a computer class next. Afterwards I wondered why I signed up for a computer class in the first place. I asked Rouli where it was, and he laughed a hearty laugh. He told me that it was in one of the portables on the ground floor, now realizing that I must've been on the fourth or fifth floor. SO in order to get there, I had to walk down the external stairs. As I opened the door, it was stil very cloudy outside and the walk was to be a winding concrete path.

SO, what does that all mean???????????

Dream number1

Allright, so I'll post a dream I had the other day and see what happens.

I'm at some sort of gothic-looking church. The walls are all grayish-blue and it's really badly lit. So I next thing I know there's some procession going on, but I have absolutely no idea who or what it is for. For some reason, either a weddding or a funeral comes to mind. I'm with my mom and sitting next to her, but the table we're sitting at isn't where the ceremony is taking place; it's separated by a big glass wall. Then I see a friend of mine whom, to protect the innocent, I shall name Arthur Dent. He was with who I guessed were his mom and dad. While the whole church ceremony thing was happening, I suddenly realized that both Arthur and I were naked from the waist down, so naturally we became very nervous of what people would think, trying to use our shirts to cover certain parts. Then, to my bewilderment, his mom takes off his shirt and starts popping the pimples on his back. MEanwhile, the church thingy continues undaunted.

So there you go. Get to work!

The first post

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