We're off, on the road, to... Owao...
Okay, here's my World Tour Dream.. I hope you like it, I just dreamt it last night. Well, not last night really... somewhere between 11:00 this morning and 1:30 this afternoon.
Alright... It started out on what seemed to be a South Pacific island... the people there (seemed like Hawaiians or some Native American culture) had just lost an important leader. They sent him out towards the rising sun on a small boat... actually, more of a raft, it was kind of triangular, with sort of a double point at the bow.. anyway.. this is where some strange narrator stepped in and said something like that they watched it while the sun was rising, etc, then the sun set, interestingly still on the same side of the sky, so that the boat was still to be seen going into the setting sun... anyway, I got bored of that... I wondered where I was.
I looked around the horizon and I saw, not very far away at all, what looked like the Washington Monument... I decided to be there, by what means I'm not sure. I was there. It was an average sized white obelisk on sort of an average sized brick base.. There was a nearby building that resembled the Capitol building in shape but was painted vividly in black, green and gold.. maybe some other colors too. Anyway...
I suddenly appeared at the foot of a hill... there was nothing much to either side of me, my attention was focused up the hill. At the top was a little building on the right side, and behind the building to both sides were some woods covering the hilltop. I look at the sign in front of me at the foot of the hill... bla bla yada yada "Omaha, Owao." Wow. I've been getting around.
A Native American fellow (modern) comes out of the building, followed by several Native American (also modern) kids who are messing around fighting.. they run down the hill, and down a path to the left of me.. they don't get more than 10 feet away before they turn around. One little girl asks me what color I think one of the other girls' hair looks like. So I tell her, it's bright blond with faint green streaks.. I then notice that the underside of the hair is dyed purple.. So I add that.
Then Becky Clark comes out of nowhere from the right side of the scene. She tells me I'm supposed to be presenting my thing about Indians... right... So I follow her back and somehow I end up back in school... not Woodbridge... some classroom I've never been in... I can't really describe it other than it was small, colored like Woodbridge, and had stadium seating facing the blackboard... I said something dismissive about Native American behavior and walked out.
Now I'm at a short field at the end of which is a thin line of trees. I decide when I walk through those trees I will end up in France. And that's exactly what happens... I think. I'm at the top of a hill now, looking down at an area full of houses. To my left is what I figure must be the English Channel... even though it's rather small, I can easily see the other side. I take note of some big blue cylindrical buildings on the other side, which I figure must be holding oil, and based on that I confirm that I am in France, and England is right across the water.
So, these houses I see down the hill... are odd.. I don't know how to describe them... They're shaped like the average single family home, but on the edges they've got a touch of oriental architecture to them.. that's all I can say.
I walk down near the Channel. Right before it is what seems to be a man made stream of some sort... concrete floors all around, boat after boat going downstream. Right next to this downstream/downhill flow, not separated, was a weaker upstream/uphill flow.. where they met there was a bit of water hitting... not much, no whirlpools or anything. So, for going upstream, there is a little place where you can jump down into these extremely tiny boats and be taken upstream.
We (me and some people I must know but don't remember... I think maybe my brothers and some lady I know) go there and are about to take some boats when the guy working there draws a gun out at someone behind us. Apparently, the guy had been holding a gun while approaching the ride. He promptly dropped the gun and went over to the guy working there.. he tried to explain it off... the working guy went over and picked up the gun.. I suppose he was going to give it back after the ride was over...
So, we took the ride.. these boats are really really really small.. they're like, inflatable. I have no idea how we stayed afloat. Anyway, we went upstream a bit, until we got to a kind of belt.. thing... like the things on water rides at theme parks... it lifted us up, almost vertically... kind of scary. When we got to the top, we were right in front of Antietam Elementary. I jumped out onto the sidewalk. Someone started playing Tequila and I woke up. (No, my alarm clock didn't go off.)
This surely beats the dream before it, which involved Greg getting back his old finger from the library... apparently his pointer had been cut off to the first joint, but he had since regrown it (it was still a little swollen).. And I had skin cancer near my belly button so I had to go in soon to get a bunch of skin cut out... And I was going to be taking pills of magnesium (?) for a couple days to keep the pain away.... I guess my subconcious isn't trying to be scientific. Yuck.
Alright... It started out on what seemed to be a South Pacific island... the people there (seemed like Hawaiians or some Native American culture) had just lost an important leader. They sent him out towards the rising sun on a small boat... actually, more of a raft, it was kind of triangular, with sort of a double point at the bow.. anyway.. this is where some strange narrator stepped in and said something like that they watched it while the sun was rising, etc, then the sun set, interestingly still on the same side of the sky, so that the boat was still to be seen going into the setting sun... anyway, I got bored of that... I wondered where I was.
I looked around the horizon and I saw, not very far away at all, what looked like the Washington Monument... I decided to be there, by what means I'm not sure. I was there. It was an average sized white obelisk on sort of an average sized brick base.. There was a nearby building that resembled the Capitol building in shape but was painted vividly in black, green and gold.. maybe some other colors too. Anyway...
I suddenly appeared at the foot of a hill... there was nothing much to either side of me, my attention was focused up the hill. At the top was a little building on the right side, and behind the building to both sides were some woods covering the hilltop. I look at the sign in front of me at the foot of the hill... bla bla yada yada "Omaha, Owao." Wow. I've been getting around.
A Native American fellow (modern) comes out of the building, followed by several Native American (also modern) kids who are messing around fighting.. they run down the hill, and down a path to the left of me.. they don't get more than 10 feet away before they turn around. One little girl asks me what color I think one of the other girls' hair looks like. So I tell her, it's bright blond with faint green streaks.. I then notice that the underside of the hair is dyed purple.. So I add that.
Then Becky Clark comes out of nowhere from the right side of the scene. She tells me I'm supposed to be presenting my thing about Indians... right... So I follow her back and somehow I end up back in school... not Woodbridge... some classroom I've never been in... I can't really describe it other than it was small, colored like Woodbridge, and had stadium seating facing the blackboard... I said something dismissive about Native American behavior and walked out.
Now I'm at a short field at the end of which is a thin line of trees. I decide when I walk through those trees I will end up in France. And that's exactly what happens... I think. I'm at the top of a hill now, looking down at an area full of houses. To my left is what I figure must be the English Channel... even though it's rather small, I can easily see the other side. I take note of some big blue cylindrical buildings on the other side, which I figure must be holding oil, and based on that I confirm that I am in France, and England is right across the water.
So, these houses I see down the hill... are odd.. I don't know how to describe them... They're shaped like the average single family home, but on the edges they've got a touch of oriental architecture to them.. that's all I can say.
I walk down near the Channel. Right before it is what seems to be a man made stream of some sort... concrete floors all around, boat after boat going downstream. Right next to this downstream/downhill flow, not separated, was a weaker upstream/uphill flow.. where they met there was a bit of water hitting... not much, no whirlpools or anything. So, for going upstream, there is a little place where you can jump down into these extremely tiny boats and be taken upstream.
We (me and some people I must know but don't remember... I think maybe my brothers and some lady I know) go there and are about to take some boats when the guy working there draws a gun out at someone behind us. Apparently, the guy had been holding a gun while approaching the ride. He promptly dropped the gun and went over to the guy working there.. he tried to explain it off... the working guy went over and picked up the gun.. I suppose he was going to give it back after the ride was over...
So, we took the ride.. these boats are really really really small.. they're like, inflatable. I have no idea how we stayed afloat. Anyway, we went upstream a bit, until we got to a kind of belt.. thing... like the things on water rides at theme parks... it lifted us up, almost vertically... kind of scary. When we got to the top, we were right in front of Antietam Elementary. I jumped out onto the sidewalk. Someone started playing Tequila and I woke up. (No, my alarm clock didn't go off.)
This surely beats the dream before it, which involved Greg getting back his old finger from the library... apparently his pointer had been cut off to the first joint, but he had since regrown it (it was still a little swollen).. And I had skin cancer near my belly button so I had to go in soon to get a bunch of skin cut out... And I was going to be taking pills of magnesium (?) for a couple days to keep the pain away.... I guess my subconcious isn't trying to be scientific. Yuck.