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I had the following dreams years ago.  I had these dreams prior to the creation of this blog
Please enjoy the craziness of my subconscious: mind.

Dream I had Feb. 1, 2008

I had three dreams this night.   Two of the dreams were vivid while I dreamed them, but their details became fuzzy after I awoke.  One of them had to do with my doing something wrong (not purposely) and it resulted in detrimental feelings from my brother toward me.  It had something to do with concrete work and I really ticked off a guy who I was working with.    This is where the other dream comes in…. The guy came flying out the door, and I was going to let him hit me because I thought, maybe I had it coming.  But before I got hit, my reflexes kicked in and I ducked the guys fist, picked him up and did a back-breaker to him, over my knee.  I let him slump to the ground.  Then my wife was involved.  She was in the car, and I was trying to explain how I didn’t mean to hurt the guy, and she told me all about just who the guy was and that I really messed up because he was friends with all the biker gangs.   So I told my wife that I’d make her life easy, then.  I told her I’d pack my stuff and move back to NY.  This is all I remember of these two dreams.

The next dream was very detailed, and remained that way after I awoke.

We, us Earthlings, were invaded my aliens who couldn’t be killed by anything made of metal.  In fact, these aliens could increase their strength by coming in contact with metal.

In the dream, it was dark, and everyone had an eerie feeling something bad was about to happen.  Then we heard what sounded like thunder as part of the night sky was illuminated by something that was growing closer.  As we scanned the sky for what ever it was, 2 glowing objects came into view.   The outlines of the objects seemed to have been dr\awn into the darkness with a neon blue ink.  There was an object shaped like an orb that hovered over the left shoulder of a giant robot like entity.  The entire robot must have been several hundred yards tall, it’s complete outline came into view as it drew ever closer to where I was standing.    I thought I was going to get stepped on, but it stopped directly over me.  Then from the top down the giant robot seemed to disassemble setting forth what appeared to be people just like us.  But these “people” were hell bent on doing away with us humans.    

We began fighting, and quickly discovered metal wouldn’t kill them.  I entered a large type tent, one of those you might find on the side of the road from which fireworks, or plants are sold.  Anyway, I ran in there and had a small conference with other real people.  We devised a plan to attack the aliens with wooden weapons.  

Immediately we had success.  I ran one guy into a two story wooden structure, upstairs and into a room where after striking him he ran.  I found him rubbing a metal figure of Jesus on a cross that was hanging in a bedroom.  He was trying to heal his wounds using the metal.   I killed him.

Then I saw a little girl, about 6 or 7.  She was short for her age, but she was playing with some dolls in front of a dresser.  She was an alien and had to die to.  A woman who came in tried to kill her first, but couldn’t.  I picked up the girl, slammed her on her back on the top of the dresser, grabbed the pointed wooden object from the woman’s hand and plunged it into the girl several times.  She bled a white milky substance.

I took her by the arm and walked toward the end of the building where there was a fire escape.  Throwing the body down, I saw many other people looking up at me (questioningly) as if I was some sort of leader.  

I explained to them how life as we know it has changed forever.  I instructed all the people down there that metal objects are now our enemy.   We all threw down our jewelry, and pocket change.   

This is about all I remember of this dream.

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5 Feb 2010

I had a dream last night that I was at a weird kind of camp.  There were a bunch of us soldiers sleeping on cots  - the cots were a strange combination of the folding (army) cots and those cots one might buy at Academy sports.  Anyway, It seemed the cots came in a kit, and included in the kit were (for lack of a better description – sleeping slippers made of the same material the cots were made from.

It seemed we were waking after a night of sleep, and it was time to go.  We were outside.  We were folding the cots and putting them as well as the sleeping slippers inside the bags they went in and I decided I was going to steel the sleeping slippers.

So as I was walking away with them, I realized I was going to get busted.  I then went back to my kit to replace the slippers, but I realized it wasn’t my kit when I opened it and found the cot inside was covered with dew and grass clippings.  I knew I took care of my stuff better than that.

I then realized I opened someone else’s kit.  It belonged to a female soldier I knew in the army –last name “Toliver”.

This is all I remember of this dream. 

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14 March 10  Dream

I’ll pick this one up where I remember it beginning.

I’m gonna call this one the jumping, chalk-box, stretches.  

I believe this took place, for the most part, at some school.  Possibly a middle school where my wife works, but I’m not sure.

I remember I could jump far and high, and I was jumping a ditch/gully that like one might find parallel to a road. Only this one was broken up by the driveway to the school.  I was jumping the gully, lengthwise.  Then I looked over something else to jump and I ran up the road and jumped.  When I landed, I turned around and scanned in front of me to see where I could like, launch from.  

I saw some piles of broken up asphalt-piles and thought that would work.  So I ran toward them. On the way I picked one out to leap from.  and I ran . I saw someone watching and I figured I’d show off and quickly launched.  I did good.

I sailed over the gully again landing on the asphalt where the gully flattened out joined with the school’s other driveway.  then for the heck of it I ran and jumped again.

This time I jumped toward the school.  I landed on the top of a chain link fence, a twelve foot high one.  And there was a weird kind of razor wire rolled up on the top of most of the fence.  

The school had a back door, not far from this fence.  It was a door that led out onto a covered, concrete area which was only a few feet from the fence I landed on.

I managed to hike my leg over the top and started down when I heard some woman talking.  I froze still atop the fence when the back door flung open and a woman came out , followed by a man.  

The woman was leaving and walked  past the fence, directly beneath where I was perched.  She was followed by the guy, who seemed to be pleading.

Then, a few moments later a black woman came out of the school.  She wasn’t wearing much, and she was really nice looking.

I was still as I watched her lay back on a palate of what looked like roofing shingles and began masturbating.

So, I decided I wanted ot get down,  And whe masturbating woman suddenly was no more.

I climbed down, and suddenly I was between the fence and a brick building.  The between space was only about 5 feet or so and someone was withme now.  

We wanted to climb back over and searched for a space in the weird razor wire where we could get by.  

I found a place where we wouldn’t even have to climb. And I went through.  Unfortunately the guy who was with me decided to climb over before I could tell him about my find.

Then I was on a dirt/sandy area beside a wall of the school.  Scott, a ham radio operator was there with me.  

As we walked around I kept noticing chalk boxes half buried in the sandy soil.  And I thought aloud, “I wonder why all these are laying around?”  Then I though, this must be a construction site, and I stepped away from the wall, turning to gaze at it and noticed the roof was freshly decked with ply-wood.  Workers had dropped their chalk boxes and they slid down the roof onto the ground.  They lay there not being retrieved.  There were at least 3 of them.

Then the dream changed.  I was in a kind of exercise studio.  The room seemed long and narrow to me.

The wall on my left was lined with mirrors, while the wall on my right was covered in glass panels.  The right was wasn’t flat.  It had two areas that jutted out smoothly.  the angle that created the jutting was a 45 degree, not a 90.  Behind each panel was a television monitor that seemed to show a startrek episode.

People in the room were divided up into two groups.  They were exercising on 2 large platforms.  

The far group was doing something that looked like yoga, the near group was doing traditional stretches.  I decided I’d join the near group.

I watch a lady ‘leading’ the far group.  And I thought I could easily modify what she was doing to suit my needs.  And I started stretching.

I found I could stretch my ham-strings easily and touch ed myforhead to my knee.

Then I tried stretching my leg adductors that’s what I needed to work on.

There were 2 tvs for me to look at. I knew they were episodes of startrek, but there were fish on the TVs. they almost looked like big fish tanks with brightly colored fish on them.  

This is all I remember of this dream.  

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24 May 08

Dream I had last night:

John MCCain was supposed to arrive at this church as a guest.

He was arriving in town via helicopter… Like 4 or 5

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Okay, I was part of a church procession that was entering the lectern hall of a church.  I think it was a catholic church because of the ornate decorations about and the clothing the priest was wearing.  A couple of alter boys carried tall candles also.    

I took a seat on a stage-like area at the front, facing the pews.  Then, much to my surprise, the Rascal Flatts guys came and sat right next to me.

I figured they were going to sing as part of the church choir.   I spoke to the lead singer who sat beside me… he was saying something about how he cant get away from “this” and pointed about at people with cameras sitting right in front of us, gawking and snapping pics.

I remember thinking how these rascal flats guys might be touched by the sermon that was going to be given, but we took a break.  When we came back, Rascall Flatts didn’t return with everyone else.  All that remained were their cowboy hats, which I thought was weird because those guys don’t usually wear cowboy hats, do they?

This is where the dream gets even stranger:

The next thing I know, the church interior is now a large auditorium with elevated seating,  and I’m walking along looking for a CUT-V key on the floor.  A CUT-V is what we called the army trucks we drove in the late 80’s and early ‘90s (The Chevy blazers and pick-ups).

So, For some reason unknown to me I began purposely falling down the stairs, knowing I wouldn’t get hurt.  I felt like I had to make it look good though.  I fell twice.  The first time I only rolled a few feet.   But the second time, I fell down, and down and down.  When I stopped, I heard concerned people mumbling but I found that Key I was looking for and quickly picked it up.  

I ran out side with it, along with some black guy (I didn’t know).  He pushed a button

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24 May 08

Dream I had last night:

John MCCain was supposed to arrive at this church as a guest.

He was arriving in town via helicopter… Like 4 or 5

o

Okay, I was part of a church procession that was entering the lectern hall of a church.  I think it was a catholic church because of the ornate decorations about and the clothing the priest was wearing.  A couple of alter boys carried tall candles also.   

I took a seat on a stage-like area at the front, facing the pews.  Then, much to my surprise, the Rascal Flatts guys came and sat right next to me.

I figured they were going to sing as part of the church choir.   I spoke to the lead singer who sat beside me… he was saying something about how he cant get away from “this” and pointed about at people with cameras sitting right in front of us, gawking and snapping pics.

I remember thinking how these rascal flats guys might be touched by the sermon that was going to be given, but we took a break.  When we came back, Rascall Flatts didn’t return with everyone else.  All that remained were their cowboy hats, which I thought was weird because those guys don’t usually wear cowboy hats, do they?

This is where the dream gets even stranger:

The next thing I know, the church interior is now a large auditorium with elevated seating,  and I’m walking along looking for a CUT-V key on the floor.  A CUT-V is what we called the army trucks we drove in the late 80’s and early ‘90s (The Chevy blazers and pick-ups).

So, For some reason unknown to me I began purposely falling down the stairs, knowing I wouldn’t get hurt.  I felt like I had to make it look good though.  I fell twice.  The first time I only rolled a few feet.   But the second time, I fell down, and down and down.  When I stopped, I heard concerned people mumbling but I found that Key I was looking for and quickly picked it up. 

I ran out side with it, along with some black guy (I didn’t know).  He pushed a button

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26 august 2010

Spaghetti dinner Boots

At the home of my Father and step mother who are no-longer married, I was sitting at the supper table waiting to eat.

As I looked around, I saw what we were having.

I think it was a version of Chicken spaghetti.  Bu the sauce has way too much velveeta cheese in it.  It looked more yellow than red.

As my step mother was still cooking it,   I saw that the pan she was cooking in was actually a room in the house.  She was walking through the spaghetti sauce with boots on, as if she were walking through snowy slush.

This is pretty much all I remember excepth there was a baby there in a high chair waiting in anticipation of eating. I on the other hand was not.  I was only going to eat the slop to be gracious.

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Dec 10, Dream

Govt sponsored Farms designed to increase the number of small farms in the nation while 

started out with a commercial on tv where the govt would sponsor 6.78 acre farms, pay for everything.

The farm owners will grow veggies needed to sustain their family plus two others.

A 54 year old man 

and his family is exited because they are about to embark on  an adventure.

Then, not in a commercial the dream showed me another older couple…. Over 54 (I think)… they will not qualify for the government program, because of their age.

The thin, spry-looking older lady, begins to cry because ( I just know this)  Their lives will be terminated

 gets a rejection letter in the mail… 

The TV commercial indicates That the farming program will be implemented in 5 states… one of them is virgtinia.

Then my dream shows me the winning couple (older people) the man is happy because he’ll be able to carry out a lifes dream to work with his hands.  He feels he’ll be happy creating something “of the earth” and is hlad he’ll be contributing to society.

They are in a white stationwagon heading down a rural highwy with children inside.

The children don’t seem to share the parent’s enthusiasm since they know they’ll have to work the farm also.  The teen aged kidss realize the farm will be a family affair, and are upset that the farm will encroach on their styles.

To qualify for the program, each member of the couple has to be 54  or younger, healthy enough to work a farm, and, must have at least 2  other people in the household willing to sign the dotted line saying they’ll help work the farm, as live-in workers.

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I got the feeling that the man granted the contract underestimated the amount of work that would go into a running a farm.  The govt promise of new home, bsrn,, a john deer tractor and 7.2 acres of land simply thrilled him.

euthanization for the betterment of society is the consequence of failure … maybe the family awarded the farm will be receiving the other older couples farm, because that older couple just lost their contract.

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I don't know the date I had the next dream.

 The dream I had this morning involved a horse, a german shepard, a .45 cal automatic pistol (colt, I think) and a land owner north of Leesville La somewhere.


First of all, occurrances in dreams don’t always make sence… they just are… like I was issued a .45 automatic pistol by the army, and they just let me keep it along with a box of ammunition.   That wouldn’t happen unless I was issued the gun just prior to a field exercise… but then I wouldn’t have been issued ammo unless I was going out to a firing range to do some actual shooting.

So any way, I was issued the pistol which I carried in the cargo pocket of my BDU pants.   I was aware that I already had one other pistol on me.. a high point 9 mm which I didn’t have ammo for.

I was walking north on (I believe HWY 171) north of Leesville, Louisiana.   I think I may have been north of annicoco, heading toward Nachidoches (pardon spelling) when I heard  some shooting.   There was gun fire coming from a vehicle which was heading northward also, so I got off the road and flattened myself out in some not-very-tall-grass and waited for the vehic;le to pass.  

There was a (I think a station wagon with those old wood paneled sides) that seemed to be chasing a school bus.    I went back to the road and soon found I was not alone.  There were other soldiers walking along the highway as I was though I was unsure about their carrying a weapon.   I felt a little ashamed because I hid in the grass like a little girl, but I dismissed my feeling after realizing it was probably the smartest thing I could have done.

Remembering I had the gun, I decided to walk toward the bus and the car which were
stopped in the highway now about ½ mile up the road.  I I needed to load the ammo into the gun so I turned around and went into some nearby woods to find a place where I could load it, unobserved.

I didn’t want others to know I had the pistol yet.   Directly beyond a thin yet t thick foliated line of trees I discovered a covered kind of shelter.  It was weird because it ‘felt’ as if It had no roof, but I think it did because of the shadow that was cast, muting the brightness of the dirt floor.   There were a few bundles of roll insulation laying on the ground there, and there didn’t seem to be any walls except the ones surrounding a closed room.   Their was a cat in there because I could hear it scratching on the door meowing, wanting to be let out.

I could see beyond the room on its left side was a mildly rolling moss covered field.

But no other buildings were present.  I layed down and napped.  When I awoke, I searched my pants for the box of ammo I was issued and pulled them out.

They were much lighter than I thought they should have been, and their color was gun metal grey…. Almost subdued a silvery gray.

I loaded the weapon and left.