Flying, Eating and Fighting Adventure Dream

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4 Sept 2010 -  Last night or this morning.

I approached a one floor building with tall windows and saw there were people in there eating. While 20 feet or so from the windows I decided to “fly” showing off. And I pumped the air like I do, flapping my arms. Not like a kid pretending he’s a bird though. It’s like I was gripping the air and myself up. Each flap of my bend arms pulled me higher.

I was incredibly good at it in this dream so I rose up then cam down with precision.

Then I went in to eat. I saw a few old army buddies in ther sitting down and I was going to sit beside them when the owner/cood told me, “we don’t serve your kind in here!” I thought, “My kind?”.

The greasy burger flipper told me, “we don’t serve law enforcement or government agents here.”
My army buddy spoke to the man, whispering in his ear. I’m not sure what was said, but the man reluctantly let me sit down.

From the inside, the “restaurant” looked like somebody’s converted house. There was a dining area with a small counter and grill. Behind the grilling area, was a wall concealing the actual kitchen where the bulk of the meals were cooked.

I seemed to watch the cook prepare some strange burgers. They were folded (or bent over). Something (I suspected cheese or something was in the fold. The entire thing was covered in a tomato sauce. That’s what my friend was eating.

When the man brought my food, I saw it was only ground beef patties.

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Dream shift to another subject

I was outside at a kind of martial arts school. The teacher was showing me a punching and kicking combination. I was quick to learn it, but criticized the awkwardness of a forward punch in combination with a 180 degree body turn. I don’t think the instructer liked my remark because he said, let me show you something.

He started doing a flurry of punches, kicks, areal spinning punches and kicks too, that mesmorized me.

When he stopped, I said, “alright then.”

So I was practicing and felt pretty confident. Then I realized I was not near the other students. I looked to see that they were in a knife throwing lesson.

I also noticed that the students were taking turns being the TARGET HOLDERS. I pointed out this is not a great idea while they were rotating out holders. The holders were in a pit holding pieces of wood over there heads.

This is all I remember of these dreams.