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pluralIs it coincidence that this event would happen so soon after I discuss dreams in my journal - not a chance I think.
What is this event...
Two Dreams, strong and very strange dreams, two nights in a row.
If you recall, I rarely recall my dreams if I am lucky I remember one dream in a month for a few hours after I awake.
In two days, I have had two dreams, which I still remember mostly vividly.
So I thought I would share these with you and hear any interpretive thoughts you may have.
The first dream - Thursday night:
I don't recall as much as I would like, more a summary, so I will provide that here.
I was having a conversation with the ghost of my cousin, who of course in life is not actually dead.
She is approximately my age and we have been close over the years.
Anyway in my dream she died, and was re-incarnated as the child of another family member.
She was analyzing her current life, and what she saw in the others around her, and comparing it with what she experienced in her previous life.
As the dream continued her new life progressed rapidly to the point that she was about 5 years old when I woke up.
While this is strange in itself, what tweaks my mind even more so is what I was doing at the time.
I was standing in a tree house and rigging up a mainsail as we talked.
Sailing for those of you who don't know, which is probably most of you, was a passion of mine as a young man.
I was in my high school years, nationally ranked among the top 30 in my age category.
In fact, I even defeated an Olympic gold medalist in one regatta.
Granted several of the other top contenders and I teamed up to ensure we beat him helped, but we still won.
The Second Dream - Friday Night:
How many of you remember Cylons?
The evil chrome covered robots/cyborgs from Battlestar Galatica.
As a young child, there were two things which scared me, Cylons and Clowns.
When I was 7, my family went to Universal Studios Hollywood (there was not one in Florida at the time)
I got my picture taken on the ET over the moon bike, which was quite a rush..
Went on the big trolley ride,
being seven, I took it all quite well, the avalanche, flash flood,
even the big ass shark lunging out of the pond, didn't get more than a start from me.
Then the trolley goes into this dark tunnel,
small flashes of light and wisps of smoke are all I see,
then comes the Cylon.
Sorry folks, I lost it.
Buck Rogers, I wasn't, and my trusty blaster was absent from my side.
Valor be damned, I had no intention of being sent to a Cylon slave camp.
Mom, Dad, Sis, see ya, its every man for himself...
I screamed, leapt out of my seat,
Booked down the aisle in the middle of the trolley like my ass was on fire.
and before anyone realized what was happening,
I had jumped off the back, and was hauling ass down the track.
Needless to say this cause quite a commotion, and to ire of my family, everyone else in the park, they stopped the ride to chase me down.
I ran and ran...
Park security tried to catch me but,
I wasn't about to be fooled so easily.
They sure as hell went gonna take me back to be a Cylon slave.
I ducked and dodged to the best of my ability and just as hope seemed bleak, I threw caution to the wind, and dove into the pond.
Which if you recall, was the home of a very large and inhospitable shark.
(of course it was animatronic, otherwise I may not be here telling this story)
And so, clinging on to some random object in the middle of the pond, a buoy I think, the security people tried to talk me in.
My parents and sister were brought from the trolley to help convince me it was safe to return.
I wasn't buying it for a minute.
These were obviously imposters, sent to trick me.
In an attempt to prove that it was fake, they even brought out one of the Cylons and showed me it was just a dummy.
sorry no dice.
At this point the security staff and my parents had about reached the absolute end of patience.
By a motherly command, I was fastened in place against my will while two guards rowed a small boat out to collect me.
As you may have guessed, that was the end of what was supposed to be a three day stint.
We were not invited back....
Anyway I dreamt of Cylons,
for some reason they came to my house looking for a friend of mine, apparently, either I turned him over so they could take his liver, or they turned me into a burnt smudge somewhere.
Luckily he was not there, so they said they would come back tomorrow, even inquired if 6pm would be a convenient time?
Strangely civil these Cylons...
The next few days of dream time were composed of the occasional visit from these most personable Cylons and my trying to find a way to avoid turning over my friend or being turned into a burnt smudge...
During this time, I had a strange observation, the Cylons could only see me if I was wearing white clothing.
They even said as much, by informing me that I was expected always to be wearing a white T-shirt.
In the end of the dream, I was talking with the friend in question and another friend on a street downtown.
Three attractive women, in particularly stylish clothes walked out of the building next to us.
We all stared...
One of the women turned and smiled...
I approached them and complemented them.
After a moment of polite banter, I called my friends over and introduced them.
The six of us, somehow managed to pile clown style into a BMW, which had a limousine interior.
While all three of the women were attractive, I would say the one I preferred was not the one which would have been most conveniently consider the best looking.
She looked at me with an impish smile and asked me, "Are you a good kisser?"
I replied ..."Why don't you tell me."
and kissed her.
Anyway the dream moves on.....
(hey I am a vibrant, young man, what did you think we dream about? games of Parcheesi?)
and later the six of us are at my house, trying to decide how we are going to save my friends life...
Apparently the solution which resolves the issue is simple.
We take him to a salon, get him a tan (to remove the whiteness)
and have them pop his back zits. (not that my friend, at least to my knowledge has back zits but anyway this seems a pivotal part of the plan)
This resolves the crisis and we return to my house for continued debauchery.....
What is this event...
Two Dreams, strong and very strange dreams, two nights in a row.
If you recall, I rarely recall my dreams if I am lucky I remember one dream in a month for a few hours after I awake.
In two days, I have had two dreams, which I still remember mostly vividly.
So I thought I would share these with you and hear any interpretive thoughts you may have.
The first dream - Thursday night:
I don't recall as much as I would like, more a summary, so I will provide that here.
I was having a conversation with the ghost of my cousin, who of course in life is not actually dead.
She is approximately my age and we have been close over the years.
Anyway in my dream she died, and was re-incarnated as the child of another family member.
She was analyzing her current life, and what she saw in the others around her, and comparing it with what she experienced in her previous life.
As the dream continued her new life progressed rapidly to the point that she was about 5 years old when I woke up.
While this is strange in itself, what tweaks my mind even more so is what I was doing at the time.
I was standing in a tree house and rigging up a mainsail as we talked.
Sailing for those of you who don't know, which is probably most of you, was a passion of mine as a young man.
I was in my high school years, nationally ranked among the top 30 in my age category.
In fact, I even defeated an Olympic gold medalist in one regatta.
Granted several of the other top contenders and I teamed up to ensure we beat him helped, but we still won.
The Second Dream - Friday Night:
How many of you remember Cylons?
The evil chrome covered robots/cyborgs from Battlestar Galatica.
As a young child, there were two things which scared me, Cylons and Clowns.
When I was 7, my family went to Universal Studios Hollywood (there was not one in Florida at the time)
I got my picture taken on the ET over the moon bike, which was quite a rush..
Went on the big trolley ride,
being seven, I took it all quite well, the avalanche, flash flood,
even the big ass shark lunging out of the pond, didn't get more than a start from me.
Then the trolley goes into this dark tunnel,
small flashes of light and wisps of smoke are all I see,
then comes the Cylon.
Sorry folks, I lost it.
Buck Rogers, I wasn't, and my trusty blaster was absent from my side.
Valor be damned, I had no intention of being sent to a Cylon slave camp.
Mom, Dad, Sis, see ya, its every man for himself...
I screamed, leapt out of my seat,
Booked down the aisle in the middle of the trolley like my ass was on fire.
and before anyone realized what was happening,
I had jumped off the back, and was hauling ass down the track.
Needless to say this cause quite a commotion, and to ire of my family, everyone else in the park, they stopped the ride to chase me down.
I ran and ran...
Park security tried to catch me but,
I wasn't about to be fooled so easily.
They sure as hell went gonna take me back to be a Cylon slave.
I ducked and dodged to the best of my ability and just as hope seemed bleak, I threw caution to the wind, and dove into the pond.
Which if you recall, was the home of a very large and inhospitable shark.
(of course it was animatronic, otherwise I may not be here telling this story)
And so, clinging on to some random object in the middle of the pond, a buoy I think, the security people tried to talk me in.
My parents and sister were brought from the trolley to help convince me it was safe to return.
I wasn't buying it for a minute.
These were obviously imposters, sent to trick me.
In an attempt to prove that it was fake, they even brought out one of the Cylons and showed me it was just a dummy.
sorry no dice.
At this point the security staff and my parents had about reached the absolute end of patience.
By a motherly command, I was fastened in place against my will while two guards rowed a small boat out to collect me.
As you may have guessed, that was the end of what was supposed to be a three day stint.
We were not invited back....
Anyway I dreamt of Cylons,
for some reason they came to my house looking for a friend of mine, apparently, either I turned him over so they could take his liver, or they turned me into a burnt smudge somewhere.
Luckily he was not there, so they said they would come back tomorrow, even inquired if 6pm would be a convenient time?
Strangely civil these Cylons...
The next few days of dream time were composed of the occasional visit from these most personable Cylons and my trying to find a way to avoid turning over my friend or being turned into a burnt smudge...
During this time, I had a strange observation, the Cylons could only see me if I was wearing white clothing.
They even said as much, by informing me that I was expected always to be wearing a white T-shirt.
In the end of the dream, I was talking with the friend in question and another friend on a street downtown.
Three attractive women, in particularly stylish clothes walked out of the building next to us.
We all stared...
One of the women turned and smiled...
I approached them and complemented them.
After a moment of polite banter, I called my friends over and introduced them.
The six of us, somehow managed to pile clown style into a BMW, which had a limousine interior.
While all three of the women were attractive, I would say the one I preferred was not the one which would have been most conveniently consider the best looking.
She looked at me with an impish smile and asked me, "Are you a good kisser?"
I replied ..."Why don't you tell me."
and kissed her.
Anyway the dream moves on.....
(hey I am a vibrant, young man, what did you think we dream about? games of Parcheesi?)
and later the six of us are at my house, trying to decide how we are going to save my friends life...
Apparently the solution which resolves the issue is simple.
We take him to a salon, get him a tan (to remove the whiteness)
and have them pop his back zits. (not that my friend, at least to my knowledge has back zits but anyway this seems a pivotal part of the plan)
This resolves the crisis and we return to my house for continued debauchery.....
