I had a strange dream last night:Late afternoon had set in and my family and I were on the way to dinner.  My brother was bringing a guest: Mariah Carey.  My two sisters became excited and my brother appeared with her almost instantly.  I sat next to her in the backseat, wondering how he even knew her but not caring for too long because she was wearing a very short skirt.

We arrived at the restaurant and I took my seat at the head of the table, my pop at the other end and everyone else between us.  I had wanted to sit close to Mariah so hat I could make her laugh but I quickly forgot that she was even there due to her boring dinner conversation.  An Indian couple that I knew from my dreams was present as well and I gave up my seat for the male so he could sit next to his wife.  Within the blink of an eye, my surroundings changed and I found myself sitting with my brother and friends Dids, Tonya, B, Justine, and James on a couch outside in an industrial park by an elongated pool similar to the one that sits before the Taj Mahal.  We were watching the movie “The Other Guys” and I was high so naturally laughing harder than everyone else at it.

In the distance a man approached, walking unevenly.  The closer he came the more I noticed how grotesque and disturbing his face was along with a creepy kind of giggle he kept trying to hold back.  Piece by piece, kevlar plate armor appeared on my body accompanied by the sound of metal clashing.  Within seconds, I was fully donned and charged the creepy man who turned out to be the Joker as played by Heath Ledger in “The Dark Knight”.  For hours he and I fought; my strength grew the more angry I became with him to the point where I was able to pick him up and throw him through the air.  That wasn’t enough, I threw him into the elongated pool, which turned into a pier right before he hit the water.  A random man approached, watching the fight intently and decided to intervene.  I hit him in the face once and broke….everything.  Blood trickled out from a few different points of his face and he fell into the water and drowned.  The Joker laughed.  In fact, the more I beat on him, the less he cared–the more he laughed and the less it hurt him.  I pulled him out of the water and threw him headfirst into the wall and he collapsed into a heap, watching me the entire time.  He rapidly opened and closed his jaw, the sound of him straining to breathe could be heard over everything else.  He wasn’t trying to breathe, he was still laughing.  His bloodshot eyes turned jet black and he emanated such intense and reckless evil that it almost seemed like a physical substance.  This was not the Joker, at least not anymore; this was the devil.  I could recognize him from his appearance in my other dreams.  I grew a little anxious and angrier, lifted him up with one arm, repeatedly throwing his head into the concrete wall causing chunks of it to fall to the ground and crumble to dust.  He laughed repeatedly as I did this and his laughs turned into barks that you would hear from a Rottweiler.

The ground rumbled slightly.  I needed to kill this creature for good.  I grabbed him by his jacket collar, dragging him along the pier much to the horror of the people present (but had not been present before).  Shouts filled the air of how to deal with the devil but I walked intently toward a raised platform upon which stood an elevated metallic casket of sorts.  It was filled with boiling acid and without hesitation I threw the side of his face right up against the grate. A raspy scream mixed with more barking cut through the air but I would not release him.  I wanted to kill him and to make him suffer on his way to death.  I grit my teeth in anger and threw the rest of his body in and slammed it shut.

To the east a pale light filled the green swirling clouds.  The casket disappeared and it started to snow.  I was in the company of some soldiers like myself and we were quietly talking amongst ourselves as to where we should go.  Through the thick of clouds swirling above us, a bright circular light on the underside of a disc emanated fog and illuminated our position.  We grabbed our rifles and aimed but the disc would not stop moving around.  It seemed to roll as it moved back and forth.  I pulled my phone out and recorded this phenomena as a smaller light was dispatched from the disc and sped toward us.  It turned into a more cylindrical shaped object and latched onto the face of one of my comrades.  We quickly ran over to him to pry it from him but it zipped away before we could do anything.  His face was bruised and coated in some kind of fluid.  A loud, almost robotic exhaust noise filled the air and more slick and metallic objects in the shape of four legged animals with slightly elongated necks but no faces descended from the hovering craft and assaulted us.  They pinned down a few of my friends, “licking” them all over & covering them in that strange liquid as if they were marking them.  I tackled one and reached for my gun but it headbutted me, sending me flying a few feet through the air.  I was not sure how to harm these things as they had no face and no detail to them whatsoever.  They were smooth and metallic all over with no obvious weaknesses.  Simultaneously, they turned into globes of light and flew up into the craft, which quickly ascended and descended altitude over us.  I continued recording with my phone.  Within the blink of an eye, it was gone.

We gathered ourselves and checked each other over for injuries.  Everything seemed ok but we were slightly shaken up.  We were all wondering the same thing: what the FUCK just happened and what was that?  It wasn’t snowing anymore.  The clouds above us seemed impenetrable now but continued to slowly billow up and swirl around.  We moved out toward the cell towers on the other side of the bridge by us.  As we arrived, I noticed someone descending the tower the way a spider would.  I got the chills but also rolled my eyes at the ridiculousness of what was happening–so absurdly unbelievable it all was.  This “person” approached us, stern and cold.  It snatched one of my comrades, the leader, and he disappeared.  When the creature reappeared it asked us for our second in command.  I became nervous, thinking he might take me away, but everyone pointed to the soldier in our group that nobody was too fond of.  He was the unofficial second in command and gave a look of resignation to this creature and begrudgingly volunteered himself.  I slowly reached for my knife, intent on stabbing this creature to kill him and save my comrade but another friend of mind quickly grabbed my hand and shook his head no.  Another friend disappeared with the creature, leaving a bolt of horizontal lightning behind that lit up the clouds.  The night grew even darker.  We stared at one another with no idea what to do next, as this…..thing could seemingly be anywhere at any time. I woke up.

I had a strange dream last night:

It smells warm out here.  It should, I suppose, since I am in the evening desert.  The sun is beginning it’s descent and the far reaches of the sky in the east are colored in purple & indigos.  I look up at the concrete, 80 story high-rise apartment building next to me, trying to see into the 77th window, where my friend Olivia is living.  She is the only one in this building and there are no other buildings in sight.  For an hour we “hang out”, though she is in her apartment the whole time and I am outside by a grouping of oak trees, oak trees whose branches twist and corkscrew and whose roots loop up out of the ground.  I take a hit of the joint in my hand and she does the same; my old friend Mike appears.  He and I walk around the perimeter to the back yard and take shelter under a shady grove of trees and he disappears.  A fat fella struts across the yard with his pet “Ostrich mini”, sets up a card table, places his little friend on it, pulls out his pellet gun, and begins target practice.

I tell Olivia that I am going to get rid of the heavy lad and put an end to his mildly disturbing hobby of shooting midget birds.  I yell out to her that I just experienced deja vu and she says goodbye.  I approach the gunman and his body odor assaults my nostrils, making me resent him for not taking care of his hygiene.  I casually inform them that he will stop shooting his bird and he turns around to face me but has no face.  The sun burns out and the sky turns to night with stars overhead pulsating to a rhythm I cannot hear.  He points his pellet gun at me, causing me to laugh at the absurdity of his threat, but, at that moment, the sound of heavy boots hitting the ground fill the air and I hear soldiers yelling orders & swearing in German.  I snap my head to the left and see Nazi’s fast approaching.  The same thing occurs on my right and then in front of me.

Erratically and quickly, a hole is torn through the space in front of me.  I peer as deep as I can into it, noting the dot of light at the end of the tunnel.  The walls are lined in stone and I can hear the sound of rushing wind.  The Nazi soldiers stop marching and begin what seems like an incantation of sorts.  I feel a disturbance in the air above me and look up: go-karts are falling from the sky.  Olivia reappears as the karts hit the ground.  A small crowd of people appear immediately afterwards and we hop in, buckle up, and hit the gas, driving as fast as we can toward the end of the tunnel and away from the Nazi’s.  Each time we get halfway through the tunnel, we appear back at the start and the Nazi’s fire their weapons into the air.  After a few tries, we all become so determined to make it to the end of the tunnel that we drive over each other.  Everything begins to shake and vibrate and the Nazi soldiers crumble like sand.  Black.

I am now in front of the house that my friend Jesse’s grew up in, asking him to come outside.  He steps out from the front door and points behind me at an enormous rocket.  We laugh and grab the tail end of it and it takes off into space with us holding on.  Within seconds it crashes into the moon and throws us into a crater.  We spend what feels like the next few hours running all over the moon, taking pictures and performing zero-gravity stunts.  From the bowels of this rock, comes a booming voice that yells “Enough” and I appear in Washington D.C. in some sort of archive/intelligence center to explain what I was doing on the moon.  Having the pictures and video handy would be convenient but I am not able to find any of it aside from one blurry and beat-up picture to present as proof that I have been to the moon.  All of the computers in the room shut down and I throw the picture at the sole individual in the room with me, an old man.  It freezes in mid air and everything goes black.  I wake up.

I had a strange dream last night:

I took a trip to Howell, Michigan and was walking around the town. I walked into Jen’s old place and just kinda zoned out while i stared at one of the walls. A wave of sadness came crashing down onto my chest. I left. Stepping outside i noticed i was carrying a package but wasn’t sure what it was. I headed down West Grand River but it looked different. A few minutes into my walk i noticed Jen on the other side of the street and she was with her friend Mike. Shock was my reaction and it was followed by another wave of heavy sadness. I was wondering what she was doing here and found out that she lived here again. I ignored her and turned the corner, not wanting to talk with her because it hurt too much. I don’t know why but i felt so sorry for her. 

Walking along the other side of that block, i passed 3 men at an outside table at a bar who were drinking and laughing. One made a joke to me as i passed so i stopped and responded with a smart-ass reply, making them laugh. I told them that i didn’t know why i was here and it hurt. They pulled a chair out for me and i took a seat. They ordered me some kind of drink-something with whiskey. At that moment, Jen and Mike came from around the corner i was headed to before being seated. I tried ignoring them but they came right up to us. I don’t remember what we were all talking about but Jen started flirting with the guy next to me and looked at me while she did it, trying to get a reaction out of me. I kept my cool and ignored it. After 5 minutes or so the guy got up and started leaving with Jen, he was going to go fuck her. That pissed me off-the dude was a total loser. Jen didn’t care, she knew it bothered me. I wanted to hit him but they left too soon and the guy texted me telling me to “back off i’m gonna have some fun with this one”. My skin turned red when i read that and i slammed my 2 fists onto the table i was standing by, shattering it into thousands of pieces. The other 2 guys and Mike looked at me and shifted uneasily. I swore i would find that guy and beat him into the ground. Everything went black.

When i could see again i was 8 blocks south of that location and the town was destroyed. I walked over to a side street where there was a wounded man sitting by himself. I asked what happened but he had no voice and tried using only his lips to explain it to me. I was overcome with regret and walked out into the main road and stumbled into a house that was missing its back half. I heard gunshots in the distance and ran to the paneless window to see what was happening. There were a few soldiers running to the house and they saw me. I ran out of the house and up the street, passing them, and met up with my friend Rizzle. He and i both strapped ourselves on the 2nd story of another blown out building and waited, watching as a group of 200+ soldiers charged our building. I slammed my fist onto the floor and a red shiled symbol appeared where i had struck. I looked out the front of the building and all of the soldiers screamed in pain and i watched them all either burst into flames or melt right on the spot. Riz and i left the building, running back down that main street. Woke up.