1. Dreamed I was breathing under water...hybrid dream, part normal dream, part para dream, meaning dream where awake but can't move.
Either way it felt wrong, so forced self to wake up.
2. Arguing with Mother, Sister, always wrong to do, better to just seperate yourself from their life than to insult and demean.
But in dream was like getting revenge on Mother and Sister...but when woke up, laying there in the dark, felt kind of bad, and realized, in real life, better to walk away than to insult or demean your family.
1. Was President, but not all was good, in that tensions were high between U.S. and other nation
2. Nuclear was on brink of breaking out, and H was heading to 'bunker' in D.C.
3. When arrived and entered, my Vice President was absent, and instead the 'Bush' family was there, George W Bush and his kids and grand kids were all up in the bunker, and I was a bit frustrated cause Mr Bush didn't look like he was taking any of it seriously, and didn't seem to know where my Vice President was.
Last of many dreams, but that one stood out to me the most.
Had odd dream last night among color racism among 'blacks'...in that in dream very dark skinned Haitii (or however spelled) type of blacks, told guy I was with that I wasn't 'dark skinned enough', but instead they said 'They're to Puerto Recan' (or however spelled) to fit in with us.
But the very dark skinned guy I was tailing had just committed a crime, and I was like a undercover reporter or something...but the very dark skinned, like Atlantic Island type of black, short, people he mingles with, thought that I was to 'light skinned' to fit in with them...but he just kind of ignored them...I guess...
Very touching dreams minutes ago before waking up.
But will only make sense to self in that characters from 'my' past, which were female classmates I grew up with years ago, which I've known since Kinder garden years or grade school.
Kim S was one, Holly B was another, there was like two others I'd grown up with, but the main one was Kathy B, a gal I've had a crush on since Jefferson elementary, finally built up nerves to ask to a high school dance, but then immature male friends call prank her house and after that we never spoke much in that her Father convinced her it was 'me' who prank called their house.
Her Father was an evil man, in my opinion, cause he 'lied', never wanted us dating, so used that as an excuse to turn his daughter against me (all of which really occurred)
But in the dream, this same Kathy B was much older, of course, but now she wasn't attractive at all, almost or did look more like a male, had ugly teeth, had hair legs, and was just 'butch', and she swore a lot, needless to say I was disappointed, but now, of all times, she wanted to flirt with me, kept trying to hold my hand as we walked.
Not only that, but in dream her Father had taken a liken to me as well, and didn't mind us dating in the future, he never said so, but could get that vibe in that she always followed her Fathers lead.
In the dream, we were in my home Town of P Washington, a college town, and a lot going on down town, if you want to call it that, more like a small rowdy college town type of a down town.
Long story short, they were on bikes (but not at first, rude college people ran over bikes as they parked, then I noticed my vehicle was missing, so much stuff going on, we were a team for a while, but towards the end my concern for missing vehicle dominated my mood, then looked up and they had drifted away, but new in mind if wanted to find them again could, but did I?
Dream felt really real to me, the sentiment truly was, as if greeting old classmates again, whom I haven't seen in a very long time....but boy did KB deteriorate in looks, no wonder in dream Father wanted to marry her off to me, in her decline.
Then before that, dream that led to that I was in super great running health, the type of dream where you can jog or run and never get tired, as if flying while running around track, but more like terrain track... I actually woke up feeling inspired by it all though, woke up feeling a bit hopeful, which has been in short supply lately.
It just depressed me though that KB looked more like a man, hairy legs and all, buck teeth ect, and just figured I'd be happy with her, I was as a friend, but not as a lover.
In dream we all looked like we were in or mid 20's or so.
First dream I've really taken the time to jot down in a while.
Sometimes dreams so out there, hard to think there's not like some 'dream spirit director' of dreams, who orchestrate's this stuff when you sleep.
Especially when dreams take you place's you'd normally not go culturally.
1. Two giants fighting MMA fight, one looked like Incredible Hulk, only white instead of green, the other was just 'fat' and white.
When match begin, hulk fella easily won, about to pound face in of fat dude, but then fat dude begin pleaing 'Hey, this is my face, have mercy'...then match ended.
2. Or dude on 3 wheel motor cross bike using ski Olympic ramp jump, where skiers like hurl down ramp and sail in air for hundreds of feet...well imagine if ramp used by motocross vehicles.
And in this dream sequence hero biker did just that on 3 wheeler, they knew they'd probably crash...but on way down, while in air, could see in slow motion fans, or a fan, waving American flag, as their 3 wheeler sailed past and landed softly just beyond, at night...odd, again I say odd.
Why am I dreaming about stuff I have zero to do with??
Or is it that I, myself and I, simply catching other peoples dreams and thoughts here in the Zone.
Dreams very vivid lately, a lot to do with 'animals' or dogs in puppy stage.
Or like last night, when ducks got ran over by stupid careless truck driver, which represented people who don't pay attention to details, and more controlled by industry than sentiment for other life forms.
When dreaming, all feels so right, no constraints, wake up happy, but then as reality sets in that dream not 'physical reality', can feel doom and gloom of roll back in.
For those lucky enough to dream, dreams are like medicine.
A temporary escape where money, class and health just doesn't matter.
If I thank 'God' or creators for nothing else, I do thank them for our ability to dream at night and escape physical nightmare.