Monday, July 18, 2011

Telepathic Shoplifters

I'm in a dark Future Shop (think Best Buy or whatever electronic box store is in your area). It was dark like the Michael Keaton Batman movie. I was shopping there with my friend Mori, he was on one aisle and I on another. I see a big beautiful flat screen, the very one he has at home (in real life). I want it. Through telepathy I tell him I'm stealing it and for him to cover me. He does and we get out of the store.

Later I learn the police tracked where we lived and went to Mori's home first and saw that Mori had the same TV that was stolen. He was arrested and went to jail for four years. Talking with him through telepathy I thank him for not ratting me out. He responded "You're welcome, but... I'M NOT THE ONE WHO SHOULD BE IN HERE!!" "I know, you are such a good friend, thanks man." I replied.

Sweet dreams.

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Fighting the Bully

I was shopping at the grocery store when some guy starts bullying me. While he makes fun of me he begins shoving me. I'm unable to speak, to move on my own, just frozen in fear. The bully leaves. I couldn't believe what happened, I was outraged!

I leave the store and find some bottles actors use on movies and TV that shatter very easily. I fill them up with root beer and place A&W labels on them. With the bottles I crouch behind a garbage can near the entrance of the grocery store, waiting for the bully to return.

I see him! I stand up and start throwing bottles at him one by one. He falls down in the ambush and I charge him with a bottle in each hand. Screaming like a warrior I smash each bottle on his head. Grabbing his shirt I yell in his face "DON'T YOU EVER BUG ME EVER AGAIN!"

Sweet dreams.

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Cut From the Same Dream Cloth, My Cousin's Dream.

Last night cousin of mine sent me an email of her dream saying "I knew you'd be someone who could appreciate a good dream!"  I do appreciate a good dream, especially since I had a nightmare last night. Unless she asks me to use her and her hubby's name they shall remain nameless.

"I had a dream that my husband and I were in someone's basement apartment and he was sporting the craziest afro I have ever seen! It was HUGE. Suddenly we could hear meowing and couldn't for the life of us figure out where the sounds were coming from. Well, all of a sudden, he reached up and started pulling newborn kittens out of his afro and throwing them across the room...!!!! How bizarre is that?! LOL." 

It's a bizarrely sweet dream if you ask me. 

Sweet dreams.

Monday, July 11, 2011

Bono's Gift Sucks

Right now I'm reading a book my cousin Emily gave me years ago titled  Bono: In Conversation with Michka Assayas. I read it before falling asleep.

In my dream I was on a grassy knoll at a park with my one year old daughter Myrtle. We're playing on a picnic blanket. Bono comes by and says "Oh no! I forgotten Myrtle's birthday, I'll be right back." He never left, but right away produced a white plastic garbage bag with something in it and hands it to Myrtle. "Happy Birthday, it's for you!" he says behind his wrap around sunglasses.

Myrtle sitting down and pulls out of the bag these complex vacuum cleaner attachments. Now Bono is lying on his back on the grass with his legs crossed and his hands behind his head. As each attachment is pulled out he talks on and on about how wonderful the attachment is.

Sweet dreams.

Friday, July 8, 2011

Rachel's Laundry Day

My friends Rachel and Eric were over having a very swanky dinner party with us and we were playing board games at the same time. In my dream, as in real life, Rachel is pregnant and due any moment. During the dinner Eric didn't speak and only looked concerned. We all heard a cry from the laundry room and rushed over to it. Rachel opened the door to find that her baby had arrived in our laundry hamper.

Sweet dreams.

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Lemonade and Drug Lords

I went to a remote island to live and beside my apartment building was a church where everyone who attended was outside of it socializing, drinking lemonade and eating snacks. Some of them saw me and invited me to go down and join them.

The church's bishop saw me and said "Maybe you can help me". He looked like the old sherif you see any movie, balding on top, big mustache and glasses on the tip of his nose or in his breast pocket. Next thing I knew I was wearing a suit inside the church with the bishop.

We were looking for a woman who had been hooked on drugs was being held hostage by drug lords who were using the church as a hide out. We found her in the foyer all high and strung out sitting on the ground. She had on her Sunday best and homemade prison tattoos. Bishop tried to talk her into leaving the church building, but when he did the drug lord's security team came out to take her away.

The bishop and I then tried to leave running down the hallways, however the halls just kept getting longer and longer the faster we ran. Each door we walked into was more of the drug lord's henchmen. Then we saw the drug lord and nervously walked past him and out the door and we were back out side to everyone socializing, drinking lemonade and eating snacks.

Sweet dreams!