my three dreams in one night.
Had a lesson at Towson with Gran Wilson, he said after out lesson that he'd be more than happy to take me as his student. Turns out, I don't suck vocally after all. It's the time of dreams and wishes, with the cold weather bringing everyone indoors. I had these three dreams last night, I wonder what they mean. My dreams tend to be inbetween the balance of nightmare and depressing story of failed relationship. Thats when I remember them.
I.
It seems as if I was apart of some program,
internship, or summer program. There were several
people in a student body like atmosphere, and I see
someone that I'd met from BASOTI. His name is Ian,
he's a "bear" to the fullest. Tall, very hairy, and
chubby. For some reason, we started talking, and this
lead to us kissing. Suddendly, I heard on the overhead
system "all boys report to the gym".
----bleed into next dream after I wake up for a
minute, then fall back into sleep----
II. While in the gym, I see some of my friends from
highschool. There's some type of assembly going on. A
political party that no one agrees with. The students
where I am have started to make a lot of noise by
scraping their metal chairs against the floor while
moving back. Then I see him. This boy, who makes me
stand still and look at him. He smiles at me, and we
slowly inch torward each other amidst this assembly.
He had blue gray eyes like the atlantic in winter, and
dark brown hair, with smooth skin. He was tall, with
pale skin, and a warm body. We talked and went back to
one of the rooms. We looked at each other and started
kissing, a type of natural reaction of privacy. Then I
remember being in bed in same room as he, but there
were a lot of people in beds around me. His bed was
two beds down. So I felt myself smiling, and I got up
and crawled on the floor toward his bed. When I looked
up to where his head was laid, he was smiling at me.
So I slipped under his covers and wrapped my legs
around him. People started waking up and asking what
he was doing, and he said "nothing". We seperated to
do daily things, and were back in this gym. I saw him,
but there were too many people to reach him fast, then
many left and I saw his body on the floor. Then I only
saw his legs as doll parts. It started to cause my
heart to palpitate, so I looked for him. I found his
soul, but a girl was keeping it. She was blind, and
had his body in her hands. She started laughing, and
let his soul out of the body. I pushed her, and his
body fell from her hands, and when it hit the floor it
was nothing but toy axes and armour. I picked them up
in my hand and felt ridiculous, raw, hopeless.
----wake up------ drift back in---
This last dream is the most unusual. My aunt Leotha
has a daughter who lives in Atlanta. I dreamed that I
was visiting her daughter and she in her daughters
home. It was apparently common for them to sit out on
the porch, with a yard that was obviously deep in an
urban developement. About 8 of my family members and I
were outside. A man started to walk toward us, and one
of my cousins said "it's one of them! he's crazy!" and
we all started running toward the door. I was the last
one in, so I locked the door. As everyone hid, I went
into another room in front of the door, and locked it
behind me as I saw a little girl hide. The man busted
through the doors, I was hiding in a great big chair,
but turned around and made noise. He put his gun in my
direction, but the little girl bolted up and he gunned
her down. I don't remember seeing her face, only her
legs and body zooming down toward the floor. After, I
ran straight out of a side door to outside. I ran all
around this house, there were apartment buildings on
either side. I called my aunt Leotha, with no answer.
I ran down to the highway which turned into a city
street, it seemed to be eve. No one looked normal. I'd
want to ask for help, but as soon as I looked at
someone deeply, I could see they were possessed. So, I
called my dad and tried to explain what was going on,
but he lost my signal. Then I ran back to the house,
and called 911 thinking "why hadn't I done this
originally?". The operator didn't act as though she
were one. When I told her what happened, she said "but
you're the one who's violent." and I asked "but how
can I be? What did I do in order to be violent?". She
started to say something but I lost her signal. Then I
continued to walk around trying to find a way to get
out. Then, I received a text message from someone
talking about their weekend.
----finally awake-------
I woke up feeling very strange. It felt as if days had
passed. Like my soul is trying to say something to me.
I.
It seems as if I was apart of some program,
internship, or summer program. There were several
people in a student body like atmosphere, and I see
someone that I'd met from BASOTI. His name is Ian,
he's a "bear" to the fullest. Tall, very hairy, and
chubby. For some reason, we started talking, and this
lead to us kissing. Suddendly, I heard on the overhead
system "all boys report to the gym".
----bleed into next dream after I wake up for a
minute, then fall back into sleep----
II. While in the gym, I see some of my friends from
highschool. There's some type of assembly going on. A
political party that no one agrees with. The students
where I am have started to make a lot of noise by
scraping their metal chairs against the floor while
moving back. Then I see him. This boy, who makes me
stand still and look at him. He smiles at me, and we
slowly inch torward each other amidst this assembly.
He had blue gray eyes like the atlantic in winter, and
dark brown hair, with smooth skin. He was tall, with
pale skin, and a warm body. We talked and went back to
one of the rooms. We looked at each other and started
kissing, a type of natural reaction of privacy. Then I
remember being in bed in same room as he, but there
were a lot of people in beds around me. His bed was
two beds down. So I felt myself smiling, and I got up
and crawled on the floor toward his bed. When I looked
up to where his head was laid, he was smiling at me.
So I slipped under his covers and wrapped my legs
around him. People started waking up and asking what
he was doing, and he said "nothing". We seperated to
do daily things, and were back in this gym. I saw him,
but there were too many people to reach him fast, then
many left and I saw his body on the floor. Then I only
saw his legs as doll parts. It started to cause my
heart to palpitate, so I looked for him. I found his
soul, but a girl was keeping it. She was blind, and
had his body in her hands. She started laughing, and
let his soul out of the body. I pushed her, and his
body fell from her hands, and when it hit the floor it
was nothing but toy axes and armour. I picked them up
in my hand and felt ridiculous, raw, hopeless.
----wake up------ drift back in---
This last dream is the most unusual. My aunt Leotha
has a daughter who lives in Atlanta. I dreamed that I
was visiting her daughter and she in her daughters
home. It was apparently common for them to sit out on
the porch, with a yard that was obviously deep in an
urban developement. About 8 of my family members and I
were outside. A man started to walk toward us, and one
of my cousins said "it's one of them! he's crazy!" and
we all started running toward the door. I was the last
one in, so I locked the door. As everyone hid, I went
into another room in front of the door, and locked it
behind me as I saw a little girl hide. The man busted
through the doors, I was hiding in a great big chair,
but turned around and made noise. He put his gun in my
direction, but the little girl bolted up and he gunned
her down. I don't remember seeing her face, only her
legs and body zooming down toward the floor. After, I
ran straight out of a side door to outside. I ran all
around this house, there were apartment buildings on
either side. I called my aunt Leotha, with no answer.
I ran down to the highway which turned into a city
street, it seemed to be eve. No one looked normal. I'd
want to ask for help, but as soon as I looked at
someone deeply, I could see they were possessed. So, I
called my dad and tried to explain what was going on,
but he lost my signal. Then I ran back to the house,
and called 911 thinking "why hadn't I done this
originally?". The operator didn't act as though she
were one. When I told her what happened, she said "but
you're the one who's violent." and I asked "but how
can I be? What did I do in order to be violent?". She
started to say something but I lost her signal. Then I
continued to walk around trying to find a way to get
out. Then, I received a text message from someone
talking about their weekend.
----finally awake-------
I woke up feeling very strange. It felt as if days had
passed. Like my soul is trying to say something to me.