Saturday, March 13, 2010

Strange Dreams

Not every time I wake up do I recall what I had dreamt. When I do remember, it's more often than not, extremely bizzare. I cannot go into every odd dream I have ever had, but I can tell of one that really stands out amongst it all.....

I was present day age in my childhood best friends house in its 10 years ago condition.... with a few modifications... like there was the old rope swing on the tree... but rotted partially and still usable, and the trampolene was not there when I was a kid, but it was new in the dream, and I had seen it ten years ago in its new state.... inside the house, all the same stacks of books and magazines.. same furniture arrangement...but with a very thick layer of dust... no finger marks or wipes.... as if no one had been there for a long time. I ran inside from swinging needing to use the restroom... I bypassed the main bathroom and went to the master bathroom off her parents bedroom... except the toilet was in the opposite corner and behind a canvas tent flap with a zipper. I unzipped, got inside, zipped myself in. I did my noble deed and commenced in doing "paperwork" when I heard voices approaching.... one big deep slow voice, and one munchkin like faster voice. I could see through the flap and the sunlight against it the sillouette of a very tall man with a shape between lurch and nosferatu.... and the small sillouette was of a midget with a blind cane being led by the tall man by the hand.... they come up to the flap and unzip before I could wipe.... in comes the midget... he is a preist dressed in proper preist attire brown hair parted to the side, clouded white/blue eyes with no pupils, and a cheshire cat smile. He is facing me and smiling and I tell him, " I need you to step outside, I have to wipe," he smiles and says, "go ahead, I can't see a thing" I argue, " please, I cannot do this with an audience!"
"It's Ok! I cannot see!"... at that point I awaken.

That is one of many I will share... Hope it bewildered you as it did me!

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