Dreams

You know in dreams how most of the time it’s all just visual images and emotions? Well it’s the times when physical sensations come into play that make them more memorable, and I don’t mean in just that way, hehe. Also, I don’t know how it is for most of you all, but I’m guessing that the way you look in your dreams is how you look in life. That residual self image they were talking about in the Matrix. Well, I’m not sure what mine is just yet, and that makes being overweight a problem. I look in the mirror and I don’t see myself, but I am looking at me. But that’s beyond what I’m here to talk about.

You see I’ve been having some more memorable dreams lately and I just felt like telling someone. The first part of the dream (since dreams come in many parts, or if you are luck, they form a single story) I’m in the form of an Olympic runner from Kenya, but I’m my own skin color (Like that matters, but that’s just how it was). I was in the middle of this abandoned apartment complex in the middle of the desert. Had the feel as if it survived a nuclear attack (which I might add I have died from one before, it wasn’t that pleasant, and it disproved the myth). The concrete was crumbling and the ground was dry sand devoid of any life except for little dead tuffs of grass. Though there were the rattlesnakes that made this place their home. Seems my form came in handy, since everywhere I went to explore, there were snakes to chase me off. With my long strong slender legs, I would leap into the air and almost fly for a time. There was no fear, like a nightmare, just a need to not get bitten. I’ve also got to say that flying it a very fun experience, and I feel pity for those who haven’t had the pleasure of leaving behind gravity.

Well if you didn’t guess it, there is a second part of the dream. I’m in a room getting a bed ready, not just for me, but this girl who happens to be there too. We lay there in the dim light and well we just about had it. We just jump on each other and start making out. The thing that makes this memorable, besides the obvious, is that I could really feel our lips and tongues touch. I’ve had physical encounters with others in dreams, and it’s always weird. I always wake up with the sense that there was really someone there.

There is one more dream to tell of. While I had fallen asleep the day before on the sofa in the den, I had a dream where just plain weird things happened. In my dream I was on the sofa in the exact same room, just was laying in the opposite direction. This figure that I first thought was my dad, came up to me and grabbed my ankle. I laughed a bit, but that quickly faded since I became paralyzed and found it hard to breath. Since it was a dream, my point of view changed so that I could see what was attacking me, though with my eyes closed it was like looking through a thick cloth. There were no colors to see, but this figure was dark, like it had a very dark aura around it. This dark figure was tall and of slight build and for some reason wanted me unconscious.

I wasn’t really fearful, just struggling. Though once I realized that I really couldn’t breath (both in the dream and physically), I really started to fight it. Then like a pop, my airways opened and I could breath. At that moment, I was in a state of superposition. I was laying on the sofa in both directions at the same time. Very weird.

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