I had a strange dream last night:

I look up for a moment and notice the sky is a light blue and not a cloud is in the sky yet a haze seems to fill the expansiveness of it.  The late morning sun gives off a cool light; the high altitude only adds to the coolness of this summer day.  Short burst of gunfire split through the otherwise static air and I look ahead and take cover by a large rock jutting out of the pale desert sand.  My friends position themselves similarly and we give each other the nod, quickly stepping out from cover and running forward, rifles drawn.

Almost without transition, the landscape is literally rebuilt before our very eyes.  Day turns to early night, water bubbles out of the ground , forming a very small lake – the sides of which are walled with a very polished kind of concrete.  People appear from thin air and others crawl up from the ground but everybody is laughing, talking and enjoying themselves.  There is an air of festivity here, one hell of a contrast to the earlier tension that permeated the mountainous desert landscape.

I quickly walk to one of the cliffs on the far side of the pool and attack a well-armored soldier, pulling him from his small roofless hovercraft.  I hit him on the side of his mask and realize how foolish it was since he is wearing a mask.  My knuckles throb and I shake my hand quickly but before  he can retaliate I charge at him, throwing my shoulder into his torso, knocking him off the cliff.  I quickly turn around to handle his comrade, grabbing him by the collar of his body armor off the hovercraft and hold him at arms length.  I am caught off guard upon realizing I am looking at Jesus Christ – a heavily armored Son of God, actually.  He changes shape into an octopus/Jesus hybrid and tentacles slither out from the back of his head.  I grab a fistful of them and wrap them around his neck, spinning him around and kicking the back of his knee out, sending him stumbling off the cliff.  He falls much faster than the other soldier did and explodes into a mushroom cloud when he finally hits the hard ground hundreds of feet below, turning my sight to third person as I walk back from the cliff and the mushroom cloud billows up behind me, turning me into a silhouette.

Their hovercraft reminds me of a paddleboat and I curiously step up into it.  It slowly moves forward and I lean back, causing it to rise in altitude.  For the next hour I toy with this vehicle, repeatedly flying over the lake and everyone below.  I manage to fly high but there coms a point where a ceiling is built in accelerated real-time above my head and I am not permitted to go any higher.  I test my height a few more times but I get the same result.  I dip down to a foot above the lake’s surface where my ma and my little nephew are playing in the water.  My ma tells me that the hovercraft belongs to her and she wants it back but I am not about to give it up so easily.  I play hard to get, soaring over her and flying past her, enjoying the feeling of flight.  Nobody else at this lake seemed to care about the craft I was on which made me even happier that I could be left alone to fly as I wished.  The only exception was my brother, who asked how I got it.  I told him about the Jesus octopus mercenary and his friend and my brother just shook his head, laughing, causing midnight to set in.  Millions of stars glowed into existence making the constellations impossible to make out.  Finally, I brought the hovercraft as high as I could and leaned all the way forward, plunging it into the lake and dramatically exploding out from it again as if I were in a movie.

The ground begins to tremble slightly and everybody becomes a bit more quiet.  A loud rumbling breaks through the newly muted conversations and we all look up, seeing…something in the sky trailed by fire.  Almost everyone in the lake manages to escape before this object slams into it, throwing water everywhere.  The tail end of this object looks similar to a grouping of stalactites and the water around the object boils giving off an aura of steam. Random groups of people gather around the lake, picking up the debris and inspect it.  Two men begin to yell orders to everybody there in an attempt to take charge and secure the site, though they were civilians like everyone else.

I ran to the side of the lake closest to the object to further inspect this thing and the sound of impacting water erupted, followed by two large glossy black tentacles quickly wrapping themselves around a handful of people about twenty feet away, pulling them in despite their screams and protests.  Panic set in around the lake, causing lightning to flash in the sky and connect some of the stars with lightning bolts.  A humming noise rises up from the water as people foolishly gather at the site of the “monster kidnapping” but I don’t join them, I am too busy running along the lake trying to leave this area.  As I sprint, I see black snakes slithering in the water, rising and falling next to me.  I scream across the lake for my brother, ma, and nephew to run to the exit and wait for me.  They seem to be in a daze and do not respond, causing me to scream even louder for them to get to safety.  The rocks and rock walls around me begin to move, turning to snakes as well.  By this point, snakes are slithering everywhere, small snakes and other snakes the size of limousines made up of snakes wrapped around other snakes, forming these enormous ones.  A brightly colored green snake rises up in front of me and lunges forward to bite me but I swat it aside and keep running.  I get to the exit, two tall gray slabs of tall rock that give way to a bridge built on the ground that keeps disappearing and reappearing made of wooden planks.  I take one look back at the mayhem unfolding and see a bright red flash and everything then goes black.  I wake up.

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November 25, 2011

I had a strange dream last night:

I look up for a moment and notice the sky is a light blue and not a cloud is in the sky yet a haze seems to fill the expansiveness of it.  The late morning sun gives off a cool light; the high altitude only adds to the coolness of this summer day.  Short burst of gunfire split through the otherwise static air and I look ahead and take cover by a large rock jutting out of the pale desert sand.  My friends position themselves similarly and we give each other the nod, quickly stepping out from cover and running forward, rifles drawn.

Almost without transition, the landscape is literally rebuilt before our very eyes.  Day turns to early night, water bubbles out of the ground , forming a very small lake – the sides of which are walled with a very polished kind of concrete.  People appear from thin air and others crawl up from the ground but everybody is laughing, talking and enjoying themselves.  There is an air of festivity here, one hell of a contrast to the earlier tension that permeated the mountainous desert landscape.

I quickly walk to one of the cliffs on the far side of the pool and attack a well-armored soldier, pulling him from his small roofless hovercraft.  I hit him on the side of his mask and realize how foolish it was since he is wearing a mask.  My knuckles throb and I shake my hand quickly but before  he can retaliate I charge at him, throwing my shoulder into his torso, knocking him off the cliff.  I quickly turn around to handle his comrade, grabbing him by the collar of his body armor off the hovercraft and hold him at arms length.  I am caught off guard upon realizing I am looking at Jesus Christ – a heavily armored Son of God, actually.  He changes shape into an octopus/Jesus hybrid and tentacles slither out from the back of his head.  I grab a fistful of them and wrap them around his neck, spinning him around and kicking the back of his knee out, sending him stumbling off the cliff.  He falls much faster than the other soldier did and explodes into a mushroom cloud when he finally hits the hard ground hundreds of feet below, turning my sight to third person as I walk back from the cliff and the mushroom cloud billows up behind me, turning me into a silhouette.

Their hovercraft reminds me of a paddleboat and I curiously step up into it.  It slowly moves forward and I lean back, causing it to rise in altitude.  For the next hour I toy with this vehicle, repeatedly flying over the lake and everyone below.  I manage to fly high but there coms a point where a ceiling is built in accelerated real-time above my head and I am not permitted to go any higher.  I test my height a few more times but I get the same result.  I dip down to a foot above the lake’s surface where my ma and my little nephew are playing in the water.  My ma tells me that the hovercraft belongs to her and she wants it back but I am not about to give it up so easily.  I play hard to get, soaring over her and flying past her, enjoying the feeling of flight.  Nobody else at this lake seemed to care about the craft I was on which made me even happier that I could be left alone to fly as I wished.  The only exception was my brother, who asked how I got it.  I told him about the Jesus octopus mercenary and his friend and my brother just shook his head, laughing, causing midnight to set in.  Millions of stars glowed into existence making the constellations impossible to make out.  Finally, I brought the hovercraft as high as I could and leaned all the way forward, plunging it into the lake and dramatically exploding out from it again as if I were in a movie.

The ground begins to tremble slightly and everybody becomes a bit more quiet.  A loud rumbling breaks through the newly muted conversations and we all look up, seeing…something in the sky trailed by fire.  Almost everyone in the lake manages to escape before this object slams into it, throwing water everywhere.  The tail end of this object looks similar to a grouping of stalactites and the water around the object boils giving off an aura of steam. Random groups of people gather around the lake, picking up the debris and inspect it.  Two men begin to yell orders to everybody there in an attempt to take charge and secure the site, though they were civilians like everyone else.

I ran to the side of the lake closest to the object to further inspect this thing and the sound of impacting water erupted, followed by two large glossy black tentacles quickly wrapping themselves around a handful of people about twenty feet away, pulling them in despite their screams and protests.  Panic set in around the lake, causing lightning to flash in the sky and connect some of the stars with lightning bolts.  A humming noise rises up from the water as people foolishly gather at the site of the “monster kidnapping” but I don’t join them, I am too busy running along the lake trying to leave this area.  As I sprint, I see black snakes slithering in the water, rising and falling next to me.  I scream across the lake for my brother, ma, and nephew to run to the exit and wait for me.  They seem to be in a daze and do not respond, causing me to scream even louder for them to get to safety.  The rocks and rock walls around me begin to move, turning to snakes as well.  By this point, snakes are slithering everywhere, small snakes and other snakes the size of limousines made up of snakes wrapped around other snakes, forming these enormous ones.  A brightly colored green snake rises up in front of me and lunges forward to bite me but I swat it aside and keep running.  I get to the exit, two tall gray slabs of tall rock that give way to a bridge built on the ground that keeps disappearing and reappearing made of wooden planks.  I take one look back at the mayhem unfolding and see a bright red flash and everything then goes black.  I wake up.

 

 

I had a strange dream last night:

The warm, but dying glow of old librarian lamps meekly filled the darkness surrounding the desktops spread out across each side of the tracks.  This was an abandoned underground train station that had been halfway transformed into a makeshift library of sorts.  Worn shelves that had been exposed to more chaos than they were meant for lined the walls.  It was somewhat tranquil, surprisingly.  The sounds paralleled that of a grand library–the echoes of a cough, pages turning, and books thudding on the tables.

I set a small pile of books I had picked out on the desk and walked toward the tracks to cross to the other side.  A strong wind blew in from the southern tunnel and the lamp on my desk went out with the noise of a popping lightbulb.  An eerie energy emanated from the wind, giving me goosebumps.

I heard a scream on the next wind gust that came right at me; it was not audible, but I could hear it in my mind.  I stumbled back as the gust collided with me, carrying something with it that went into my body.  Whatever it was, it must have knocked me from myself as I was now watching myself in third person.  I collapsed onto my knees, covering my head and laughing slightly, my muscles twitching.  Someone approached me to see if I was alright and I shot to my feet, boring into their eyes with mine and lifting each foot alternately.  They screamed and ran toward the desks, causing others to look up at me and scream as well.

A dark green mist exploded from my body in every direction and I began to levitate, palms facing the dirty, concrete floor.  My body shook back and forth at such a speed that my outline became somewhat of a blur and my eyes lost the white and black of the pupil in them, turning completely blue.

A train horn sounded in the distance in the midst of people running in a panicked state and others hiding wherever they could.  A laugh escaped my throat that sounded like crumpled paper rubbing up against a piece of sandpaper.  The train came barging down the tracks through the tunnel and slammed into me.  Everything stopped for a second, filling the air with the sound of crunching metal, shattering glass and more people screaming.  It resumed in slow motion with sparks flying from the train wheels, the train cars jack-knifing, and stacks of books and papers on the desks bursting outward in every direction.  I slammed my fist into the front of the train and time resumed its normal speed.  It stopped dead in it’s tracks and went as limp as a locomotive can go when suddenly stopped after hitting an object at over 100mph.

Still levitating and feeling stretched very tight, I looked up at the faces staring at me–expressionless.  The desk that had my books on it earlier was in flames and I could not move.  I was terrified and could not will my body to do anything, as it was not in my possession anymore.  I woke up.

 

 

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.

I had a strange dream last night:

The landscape before me was tragically barren and ruined, not a sign of life to be seen. The sun had melted and had become a misshapen blob of brilliant light as it set on the plains ahead. Behind me was a void-nothing but black and yet i could see my silhouette up against it. I had been walking for a long time in this unchanging setting. Behind me i heard a great cry that slammed into my body, knocking me face first into the gravel and darkening the sky ahead of me. The sun was not visible anymore, only the slight glow of its aura. Struggling to my feet, i yelled out because my face burned and i could hardly breathe. A wall of water poured down in front of me-smooth and clear as glass, and seeing my reflection in it, i became terrified. My chest had been opened by that cry from the dark and my lungs and my heart were missing. Dizziness hit me with such force that i almost fell over. I looked into the eyes of my reflection and the one’s in the reflection turned to fire, causing me to heave and let out a roar like a lion’s. The wall of water shattered and dissipated quickly, leaving me by myself. 

A slight humming sound came up from the ground and wrapped around my feet. With each step i took, a symbol was formed on every footprint but i didn’t know what they meant. Giant trees with orange leaves grew up from the symbols but aged just as quickly and died. I looked forward again, sweating profusely and the sun was gone, having been replaced by a multitude of stars that seemed to be within my grasp but actually were not. I continued walking forward and within a few steps, i was on the edge of a massive waterfall, the roar of which produced bright flashes of orange, green and small bursts of white light. I was baffled at the sight and leaned over as far as i could to try and see the bottom but the bottom was not visible. I was very scared but at the same time indifferent toward my predicament.

I looked up, thrusting my chest out and where my heart had been, shot out a great ball of fire which took the form of my reflection from earlier. It began to pour rain, causing the “burning me” to sizzle and pop. It looked at me, pointing down and then a massive set of wings exploded from it’s back. One fell down and the other shot up into the air; the figure clapped once, causing it to thunder and knocking me off balance, sending me plunging downward. Everything went black and when i “came to” i was leaning up against a large grey stone. There was nothing surrounding me aside from the stone so i took a seat on top of it. No stars were visible in the night sky which made me feel uneasy so i pulled the surface of the stone over my body, only leaving my face somewhat exposed. I woke up.

I had a strange dream last night:

I found myself in a church and walked into a very large bathroom of sorts. There was only a toilet in the room and i ripped it up out from the ground. No water came out and it didn’t weigh much. I walked out into the congregation area and ran past a minister, clad in white robes. I yelled that the toilet was mine and they had had it long enough. He gave chase but i outran him, right out of the double doors. 

I stopped after a few paces outside and looked back in and he was not there. A pool of blood grew up into the floor and there were all kinds of creatures around it and they seemed to be lounging. Something ran up behind me and sunk it’s teeth into my neck. The toilet turned into a gold coin, freeing up my hands and i reached behind me pulling her in front of me with her back facing my chest. I pulled her tight and squeezed as hard as i could, trying to suffocate her. Apparently she was a vampire and she turned around and bit me again, turning the bloody pool a watered down shade of red.

After struggling with her, i got control and another thing came up and bit the other side of my neck, turning the blood a dark red to the point of it being almost black. It was some kind of demon. I threw the gold coin into the blood pool and the demon disintegrated and the female vampire turned into this nympho and tried fucking me. I punched her in her face, causing her to stumble back and held my hand out, palm facing the double doors, and the gold coin arose from the blood and flew back into my hand-hitting my palm with a slap. This normalized the nympho vampiress.

I looked at my feet and the ground beneath me dissolved like sand in an hourglass and turned to deep waters with a bridge on all 4 sides. Someone appeared behind me and she could fly and swim very well. I looked at myself and was 6 times the size of my normal self and had no skin, instead i was covered in this metal/rock substance and was huge. She chased me, trying to get the coin and i grabbed her by the head, throwing her into the water. She swam back up and a smaller version of her ran out of her torso and jumped on me, biting me ears. I grabbed it by the neck, snapped it’s neck, and tossed it into the water. At that moment a genderless entity swooped down in front of me, keeping ahead by a few paces. It had giant white wings on its calf muscles and was explaining to the woman trying to get the coin, what the coin meant. I grabbed one of it’s wings and ripped it off, causing her calf to bleed profusely. She vanished and the bridge vanished with her. In the place of the bridge, giant white pillars shot up from the water and i jumped from each one. The woman who could fly became afraid and stopped chasing me because she was afraid of the pillars. I jumped across the last one and into this rope made of fire. It was absorbed into my torso and great amounts of smoke began coming off of my body. I woke up.

I had a strange dream last night:

All went black and my head dropped off to the side. Slowly, horizontal black and white stripes came into focus and spun around me. They were every single color but black and white when i looked at them. I looked up and then down and in both directions and there was a void but at the same time there was everything that had ever been, is and will be, though i did not see any of it in picture form. I felt it. Nothing and everything was the same thing and i felt like i was in a sort of topless and bottomless cylindrical shape. It felt like i was being lifted from where i sat by a pair of hands, placed under my arms. The more i focused on the spinning stripes, the deeper i went into this feeling and the higher it brought me. 

I was aware of my surroundings but also of this other place in my head and i tried lifting my hand to touch the stripes that were in front of me. In my mind i did this but my physical hand went out a bit as well. I smiled because it felt like electricity was shooting into my fingertips from the stripes. My head jerked and i thrust my chin out to the right and my hands began to tremble and then grip the arms of the chair and my knee.

A hammer of incalculable size was pulled away from me by some sort of rope and then released. It hit me with a force so strong that the only word i understand enough to describe that force is “creation”. I shattered into a million little pieces and my eyes rolled back and started flittering. I watched this happen to myself but i wasn’t out of my body. I could see everything and hear everything and i sensed the skepticism, fear, and irritation of the people around me but i could not break out of this state i was in. I couldn’t directly interact in either state, i was suspended between them and i could only observe.

At this point, all visuals disappeared and i saw nothing-not even darkness. I felt everything happening around me instead of seeing. My head went back and my nails dug into my knee and the other hand gripped the arm of the chair even tighter and i became white-knuckled. My breathing became irregular and quick and my body shook and was very tight and flexed almost everywhere.

I felt as if i were being attacked to the point of leaning far back in my chair and looking away. There was a very hostile sensation going through my body but there was no physical pain to accompany it. Looking up i saw something leaning in toward me but it had no form. It’s “hands” were at my throat and a great weight penetrated my chest. Some time had passed and i became very angry over this and looked back right into the “eye” of it with a look of hurt and….absolute anger and disgust on my face, exhaling deeply as i pushed it off of me. After what seemed to be a few minutes of this, it dissipated immediately and i was hunched over in my chair, shaking, but with a look of what i believed to be peace as a feeling of ecstasy washed over me.

The rest i cannot seem to remember in it’s proper order but will do my best to describe. My body had not ceased shaking and tightening up, something came onto the porch, staring at me and spoke. I leaned forward, my head continued to cock to one side and then back very rapidly as i strained forward even more, listening so intently, though no audible words were spoken. It’s hand raised, everything disappeared and i watched a small bead of light gradually grow brighter. This bead was everything and nothing at the same time. Everything that had ever happened or been spoken or thought played out, as well as everything that is being done presently and what is possible in the future. A surge grew within me, my head shaking as tears welled up in my eyes and streamed down my face. I could hardly whisper the words “no”.

I was pushed back in my chair and my head continued to tilt side to side. My hand rose slightly and my head went back. I do not understand any words that can be used to explain what i saw and what was happening to me from this point onward but it made my breathing become very quick and shallow; it hurt but i kept reaching. My back was pushed in and my head almost all of the way back as i reached further up. After what seemed a very long time, it disappeared and i lowered my arm. It was on the porch in front of me still, still talking inaudibly and i was listening intently.

After some more time had passed (i think), i hunched over and it felt like i was coughing/vomiting but i wasn’t. A noise bellowed up from way back in my throat and came out as a growlish sound and then became gradually louder and breathy, causing my hands to dig into my legs. When it subsided, i became slightly more aware of my surroundings, my neck felt weak and i was staring upward with a glazed over look in my eyes-which weren’t flittering or rolled back anymore. The sensations that the striped wall had given me came back and over the course of what i assume must have been 30 minutes, i went back and forth between those sensations, listening to others that came to the porch, staring at them, leaning forward. I woke up.

I had a strange dream last night:

Touring the Apple store and the lights kept flickering. After a few minutes i left. Walking to my car, i looked to my left and my friend Angie was walking to her car as well. I called out to her and she came over. My car turned into a bed and both of us sat on it. After talking for maybe 10 minutes we started to wrestle and flirt. Things became a bit more serious and we started touching, biting, etc. As fun as it was, she had a boyfriend so i stopped things there. Everything went black. 

When i could see again, i noticed that i was in a house set in a wooded area. George W. Bush arrived and went right to the bathroom, which stuck out a bit from the main wall. I could hear the noise of some sort of political event going on in the backyard. Bush looked up at the ceiling and, chuckling, took a hammer and repeatedly slammed it into the ceiling, breaking it open. Although i knew the ceiling was weak to begin with, i was pissed off at him for breaking it open and said to him, “Looks like we should go for another stimulus bill to get that fixed.” He became very serious and took offense to my smart-ass comment and walked out of the bathroom. I followed him and told him that it was just a joke but he did not change his attitude. He went into another room and stayed in there while i waited outside.

His father and Bill Clinton appeared down the hallway and walked into the room to get him out. We all went outside where Obama and his wife were giving a speech. I called him out but he ignored me. Instead, everyone listening to him turned on me, telling me to shut up. I became angry at that and over the crowd’s stupidity as they hung on his every word. “Fuck them” i thought, “they will find out on their own that he is full of shit”.

I left the backyard and went out front to hang out by myself and then to the side, along a row of trees. I watched the events in the backyard from there, still irritated at those stupid people who seemed to foam at the mouth every time Obama spoke. I looked back to the front yard and there was a stranger sitting in a lawn chair, staring at me. Kinda creepy. I went out back again.  I woke up.

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.

I had a strange dream last night:

I was in the hallway of a school with a group of people i do not know in real life, but in my dream i did. We were all hanging out wandering the halls and ended up on the west side of the school and stayed there. My friend Tammy was there and was very sad for some reason so i went over to her and hugged her. I kept my arm around her shoulder and closed my eyes for a few minutes, making her feel better. I was transferring sunlight into her. The walls in front of us disappeared and a few miles out from us was some sort of amusement park area. There were lights hovering around the buildings and one of the buildings, shaped like the Washington State space needle had a beam of that luminescent light beneath it in a pillar shape. The light became more intense and a roaring sound could be heard and suddenly the building shattered and collapsed and we applauded. The large rectangular building next to it underwent a similar process only this time the lights rained down onto it and caused it to explode in all directions, throwing some of the debris at us. Some of the people in the hallway screamed and we all ran to get out of the way of the debris, running down the hallways looking safe rooms to stay in. 

I arrived at the end of the hallway and found the room i wished to take cover in, keeping the door open for a few more of the people i had been hanging out with and we slammed the door shut. Rumbling could be heard and i shut my eyes for a moment. When i opened them i had a bird’s eye view of the entire area as if i were in a helicopter and circling the area. The scene changed from the one i saw on the ground to a map of the west-specifically Vegas, but each building represented an area of the west. What looked to be like demolitions turned out to be blatant attacks and bombings on these buildings and people, lost and terrified, were running everywhere. I watched buildings the size of small states collapse from bombs raining down on them. Soldiers appeared and shot at civilians, arrested them and chased them.

I was no loger in the sky but on the fringes of this mayhem and encouraged the group i was with to keep moving and stay out of the way of the flying debris. At one point they became too frightened and stood still, attracting the attention of the soldiers. A handful of them charged us-their silhouettes rapidly approaching us as a 90-story tower was rocked by a massive explosion and collapsed. I yelled for the people to follow me but some went in the opposite direction and were shot down. I had only a small number following me, looking back as the others were incapacitated or beaten to death. Everything went black. Woke up.