My weird and crazy dreams. Enjoy.

[xyser]

I wouldn't say that my dreams are "lucid" yet, but they're sure quite vivid. After I wake up, there is rush of images going though my mind and I remember my dream(s). I love my dream remembering-skill. Has anyone else thought about witting down their dreams? I've heard that's one of many steps to have lucid dreams. If that isn't true, well, they're still fun to write down. 7:23AM-1:35PM "dream."

[This dream began in Portland,Oregon.]


I was driven to a dock, I saw a huge boat with sails, then someone asked me if I would want to join their journeys. I didn’t quite know what to say, so then I said, “sure.” There were a few people on the boat all ready. Around 50% African American and the other 50% were American.( I was the only Mexican-American?) We were on the boat for awhile…I don’t remember any details. We arrived at this round-ish type island where we got off. Everyone helped tie the boat to the dock. [it really was a huge boat! It was made out of wood only and looked very old school…like vikings.] Once we got off the boat we all went into this pretty big building to have a “meeting.” I’m not sure what the meeting was about, but it didn’t seem like something was up. [Outside of the building was very nature-ish, there were trees, the ocean, sand, and some woods pretty far away from us. At first I thought it was an island, but it was questionable weather it was an island.] I don’t quite remember what this meeting was about, but I’m sure it was important. The black people told my kind, ruler, whatever, to order my people to sit in a circular matter. I didn’t sit down, since I was my king’s “adviser.” I told my king that something was fishy, but he wouldn’t agree or even talk about it. [the meeting was probably about a truths between both tribes in Portland,Oregon? Lol] The black people stood in the middle of the circle-like table. My king and the black king talked for awhile…boringness…until my king was told to give a goody bag with a deck of cards, band-aids, and some other random item in it to each and everyone of his solders. I told my king not to, but once again he didn’t care. Before everyone received a goody bag I looked inside of mine. I looked at the deck of cards…it looked legit BUT there was the letter “K” on a few cards. I thought it was some type of warning/sign that we’re going to get killed, or perhaps it meant nothing. [blahblahbahbhal more talking….] Boom! Bam, SLAM! Those goody bags blew up, lol, and many people died. Once they blew up I ran hysterically outside of the building and tried to find a friend. The only problem is that the black people were fighting and trying to kill me as I run outside. They didn’t have real weapons like guns, but instead just heir overly powerful fists. Around 20 of my tribe ran towards the boat to see if we could escape into It, but the boat was flooded. I saw a group gathered around outside of the building which was almost more elevated then the building. [we talked about stuff…about how we would run away, ect.] We decided to run away, run hard, run to the top of the hill. Anywhere. We would die if not. We ran up the hill, but I dind’t have shoes but only socks. Everytime I ran up, I took a few steps backwards from the slipperiness of my socks. There were pine cones, wet grass which made it even more harder to run up the hill. I thought this island *was* and island, but it turns out that it wasn’t. we ran into the fence where I saw a lot of plants growing, a few tree-house like buildings – it looked like a weird plantation. I said something like : fuck the fence, let’s go under it…it’s not like there are any barbed wires.” My friends were bitches and told me what if there are people living there. Whatever, I went through the fence. Not long untill I saw this old lady trimming some type of plant. I talked to her about what happened and how we need a place to hide. “well…you could go on that freeway and you’ll eventually get to Portland.” I told my “crew” to come with me and let’s hitch hike, but the old lady told me not to since there were “bad” people who drove on that freeway. She offered us a ride and asked how many of us escapees there were. I counted...four more people besides me. We ran towards her cars which were all sports cars, lol. We were going to jump in, but then we saw the black tribe and they saw us. They tried to run towards us as quickly as possible, but there were some logs and such in their way. They had to juto-chop the logs. We couldn’t go into the car since it was locked and we were panicking quite a lot! The lady managed to open the door and we all fit in..not sure how that worked. Then we drove underground(something like batman’s cave) and helicopter blades were attached to her car. We were maybe 200 feet up when we heard another BOOOM! We were shot down by a RPG – ZomG. We fell for awhile and we actually landed on the freeway…we booked it and she drove really quickly but wait! There was a bridge that we needed to cross to get to Portland and it was going up. She sped up really, really quickly and she didn’t care that the bridge was going up. She drove up it, it was around a 75 degree angle. While flying through the air I saw Portland.


[Matt wakes up]



weird dream? what do you guys think about it? i tried to write is as coherently as possible...it's kinda hard to explain everything.