Here is the latest from my subconscious for everyone to enjoy…
Dream 1:
I dreamt that I was in some kind of comic book shop. It was a little bit like Journey in Macomb, but there was that weird fake lawn grass carpet everywhere. A bunch of my friends, both from school (Mike, Boyle, and Ninja) and karate (John, Matt, and Mark) were sitting around deciding what RPG to play. For some reason, there was this weird screen door to my right, and I looked out there and my sister was outside and trying to tell me something. So I grab Tasha (she was there too), and we head outside to investigate. When I got out there, no one was there so I decided to drive around to find her. It turns out it was actually the 4th of July in Pekin, because when we came back there was a circle of police cars around. I found out that they were diffusing a few errant fireworks, and one of the policemen failed and poked a hole in the side of one of these fireworks and it sprayed a big colorful cone of firework stuff at him. They looked more like the fake fireworks from that new Skittles commercial. I went back inside the store to find my friends gone and the place locked up.
Dream 2:
Later that night, I dreamt that I was sleeping and I felt what I thought was my dog nosing me in the back to wake me up. I roll over to find a gigantic, room filling ladybug poking me in the back with it’s head. That freaked me out hardcore, so I woke up.
Dream 3:
Last night, I dreamt that Matt and I were running around in this big, industrial, Matrix style building. For some reason there was a convienence store there, and a guy robbed some money from this old lady that was standing there. I think Matt was looking at comic books at this time.
I chased the guy (who looked like Gunther from Friends) out into the halls of this industrial building, and as I was running up on him, he wheeled around and shot me. Three times. Once in the shoulder, once in my right lung, and once just above my left hipbone. I don’t know why I remember this in such vivid detail, but I do. Matt came running out and rushed me to the hospital, I don’t think the guy ever got caught. There were a few mundane minutes of me laying around the hospital, but that was all I remembered.
For some reason this weekend I was able to retain a lot of information about my dreams, this pleases me.
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