I had a strange dream last night:

Alone, in a stadium with a wrestling ring in the middle. The lighting was very dim but it was warm. After a few moments of dead silence, music and pyrotechnics exploded to my left, shattering the calm and igniting the entire stadium with bright colors and smoke. I looked back into the ring and Edge was standing there with his head held up. Triple H came out of the smoke and joined him in the ring. 

Within minutes there were 8 big-liner names in the ring duking it out. I don’t remember who won but 30 minutes into it, i noticed that the floor was lined with thousands of cell phones. Intrigued, my friend Dids (who had just appeared from nowhere) and i searched through them, looking for ours. At this point there were about one hundred professional wrestlers in the ring fighting each other.

I found the phone that most closely resembled mine (even though it looked nothing like my Cliq) but the bottom was missing. I went back to rummaging through the phones to find the matching bottom piece and became nervous because i heard a countdown overhead, which, when finished, would release thousands of people onto the floor to get their cell phones.

I got 3/4ths of the way through when the timer ended and everybody swarmed the area. The stadium then turned into a grocery store, with everybody still looking for their phones. I walked down the back of the store, passing the aisles and bellowing out that i had a battery with a 1GB card attached to it. Nobody claimed it.

I exited the grocery store through a side door that led me into a lobby area at an airport. Ahead of me, two little kids were running at me. The girl fell on her face when she got within a few feet of me, and her sister laughed at her because she didn’t listen to her mom when she told her not to run in the airport. I walked over to the fallen girl and lifted her up. What i saw was slightly disturbing:

The region under her eyes had swollen and was tinted a sickly yellow color. Her face was bruised, her forehead had a gash in it and she was crying tears of blood. Her lips were swollen as well and some teeth were missing and her tongue had disappeared. Most people would run at this point, however, dream Snads did no such thing. I scooped her up, yelling for her mother and aunt to follow me. We got into an elevator together and hit the button for the “sky floor” (thahts what it said). The aunt took a picture of me holding the girl and thanked me for helping her. I was not sure what she meant so i held the girl back, looking at her, and all of her wounds were gone. At that point we reached the top and exited. I told them all to head west if they wanted to survive.

This area of the airport was quite beautiful. There was art and sculptures everywhere and on section drew me to it. There was an elderly man sitting in a booth next to a large, abstract, colored glass replication of the United States. I opened my mouth to ask him about it and a great light flashed from the east. I ran to the windows to see what had happened and saw nothing, but i did hear a very loud rumbling sound coming my way.

I walked back to the man and he pointed at the “glass map” of the U.S. The map was moving now, shaking. Nebraska, Iowa, Illinois, Missouri, and Arkansas, all turned a rich brown color and flipped upside down, disappearing, and filling the entire airport with light. Woke up.

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I had a strange dream last night:

I was in a white-walled, furnished apartment and my friend Jenny was giving birth. I was overjoyed and realized the babies were mine even though she and i had not slept together (hear that, Jenny? We DIDN’T so don’t get grossed out). She thought she was just having one, but it turned out to be fraternal twins. Within a few minutes though, she had disappeared and i was told (not sure by whom, but heard a voice) to help by wrapping the babies up in some cloth. I found some next to me, noticing the texture of it was unlike anything i had ever felt. As soon as i had wrapped the boy and girl in it, the blood and birth fluids (gross) had disappeared and they were very clean and healthy looking-cute even. 

My old friend Mike had appeared and held the boy for me while i held the girl; we unrolled some wool blankets and a sheep skin blanket to put the infants on to sleep. I was still in a state of disbelief over what had all happened-how it happened. I walked over to the bathroom to rinse out my mouth (everyone’s favorite random activity) and used Mike’s but told him i would give him 5 dollars to get some more. I looked down at the floor and noticed all kinds of “stuff” on it from the birth, how it got all over the floors is beyond me. The baby boy appeared in my arms, wrapped up and i stared at him for a moment. He opened his eyes and we stared at eachother. I had never seen blue in someone’s eyes like that before. I gave him his first name, which i cannot now remember but i do remember was somewhat common. I gave him a secret name attached to his regular one and i think it was “Ralphiel” (or some variation of Raphael). The girl, i gave a Gaelic name.

I was out in the living room now, still holding the little lad and a strange man showed up in front of me with a notepad. He took down the babies names and put in their name and nationality. The strange man had written down that the boy was part Russian even though i told him he was Scottish. He looked at the boy and said, “He does not have his red hair, he is not Scottish, this one has Russian in him.” At that moment, the girl was brought to me by someone i didn’t recognize and her hair had sprouted, colored with a vibrant red, with yellow-orange at the roots. The strange man looked at her, took down her Gaelic name i gave her and wrote down “Scottish” next to her name and disappeared.

I pulled out my cell phone and started texting everyone, including Jenny, that i was a dad and had twins. I was very excited and it wasn’t long before 2 of my friends, Sam and Alex, showed up. I was talking to them about how events had unfolded. While talking, the 2 children had grown. Quickly. They looked to be about 3 years old now and the girl’s hair was like fire, bright yellow and orange at the roots up to the middle and then colored darker toward the ends, ending in deep reds and the tips were black. The boy’s eyes were even bluer, he looked right at me and it looked as if his eyes were sapphires with the sun shining directly through them.

I left the house to go tell others about what had happened, leaving the little ones there for some reason. After a few hours, my parents met up with me and we were driving to this place called “B.R.’s” to get my nephew, Soren. I called in advance to make sure my kids were there but the owner had only put Soren on the phone to say hello. I became pretty nervous at this point because although Soren was there like he should have been, he didn’t mention my kids names so i was afraid they wouldn’t be there either. Woke up.