Africa and Invisible Terrorists

I wonder why I always have multiple dreams.

Dream 1:

I appear in the middle of chaos.

Hundreds of terrorists are posted around every corner desiring to destroy me along with my fellow soldiers.

Within a kitchen, we found ourselves fighting a large, angry man who wielded a large dagger in his hand. Flawlessly, he chopped my comrades to pieces. I luckily picked up a couple of primitive blades to seek vengeance for my fallen friends. However, the terrorist went invisible and proceeded to pierce my body countless times. I tried fending the thrusts blindly, but I fell to the ground. I spent my last conscious moments thanking my other dying countrymen.

Dream 2:

Middle of the African Sahara Desert. A huge dust storm sweeps through. Thousands of cars suddenly appear all around me. When the dust settles, one of my friends from the Dominican, Faith Amelingmeier, appears.

She has me follow her away in a jeep to an unknown destination. We pull up to a very commercialized touristy area. We get out and walk up to the entrance where a long line had formed. We pass by the tourists and I see a large waterfall where people are cliff jumping. Faith begins to walk through the river to get a better look. I follow her and the only thing I can think of is how I forgot I left my iPhone in my pocket.

The End

Pools, girls, and trolls

I apologize for my break from blogging. Truthfully, I probably had some amazing dreams that I did not share....lo siento. Last nights dreams were quite interesting. I will share the most vivid of them.

It was a sunny day out at the pool. I believe I was with family members, but did not recognize any of them. They were obese. Along with the family, were three or four girls and a couple of boys. We were all jumping around in the pool. The next moment, I was suspended under water looking at the group of girls getting ready to leave. One of the girls was grabbing my leg while another one behind me was holding onto my arm. I was not able to see the girl behind me, but I fell in love with her. Ha. After a long time underwater (I even breathed water), I came on up. Everyone was worried about me. They said I was reacting violently to lack of breath. I told them I was fine and actually had no issues with breathing and I was in love with the girl that was behind me. I described her beauty to them.

NO.

They told me what I thought I saw as a beautiful girl was not the case at all. I immediately realized that the gorgeous girl was not a girl, but a disgusting Troll. A foil dagger appeared in my hand as the Troll tried to attack me. I wielded the useless dagger as we moved along the edge of the pool. I was frightened. However, to my surprise, a giant Venus Flytrap Monster appeared out of the pool and swallowed the Troll. The End.

NOT.

The Troll viciously chewed and slashed his way through my Monstrous Savior. I scurried away into a warehouse and tried to get my bearings. In trudged the malicious Troll ready to sink his teeth into me. We began circling one another waiting for the other to make the first move. Desperate, I knew I was about to lose my life.....

When all was hopeless, in walked a good Troll. He rushed to my side to fight with me. Although this was helpful, the other Troll released powers stronger than we could defend against. The good Troll (this was when I switched from being myself to being the good Troll), pricked the evil Troll with a dagger and drank a bit of his blood. At that moment, the good Troll (I) transformed into a Warceror (warrior/sorcerer) and destroyed the evil Troll.

Goodness Prevails......this time.

Dreamitos

Multiple dreams. Multiple subjects.

I kept on waking up last night. Restless sleep.

Usually I have one or two solid dreams, but last night I had multiple short ones. I will share a couple of them.

One of my best friends in New Jersey lived just down the street from me. His name was Ryan Emerick. Ever since I moved from that Garden State, I have a reoccurring dream where I visit him. Last night was no different. I walked into Ry's house.....there in the living room was a young version of Ryan and his current older self, is brother, and his mom were there too.

Lately, I have been playing this game on my iPhone called Cartoon Wars. It is pretty addictive. The objective is to protect your tower, create as many army characters as possible, and destroy the enemies tower. Well, last night I was the leader of one of the armies. When I heard the enemy order to launch the trebuchet, I yelled to my archers to let loose the arrows. To my dismay, the enemy boobie trapped the battlefield and somehow opened a dam behind our line and swept us into oblivion.

DREAM BIG

My Dad was a Giant Pineapple

Zombie movies......not a particular fan of them unless there is comic relief wrapped into it like Shaun of the Dead or Zombieland or Ice Princess.

Last nights dream:

I, along with a few other compadres, entered into a decrepit compound that we knew was plagued with death. Armed with pocket knife swords that were sharp on every side and cut my hands up we entered into the humid building.

Nothing....the place was empty. It appeared that it had been abandoned for a long time. There were broken computers, vines growing everywhere, and a dusty substance.

Then we left.

Yeah right.

We trudged down a flight of stairs and entered what appeared to be an apartment. Everything looked moldy. Surprisingly, there was an aged couple sitting at the kitchen table. They were very unusual looking.

Have you ever held a peach that had been sitting out for three weeks? Furry, splotchy, sunken in at some points. These old people's faces were just like that. yuck!

I kept my distance from them.....they acted unusual....not as mindless as a zombie....but enough.

The next room had three floors. I saw what appeared to be my aunt and uncle....but only look-a-likes. Some of my compadres were with them. On the third floor, I saw another set of Aunt Nancy and Uncle Dave. What was going on? I went upstairs.

A GIANT PINEAPPLE. My dad's entire torso was an enormous delicious looking pineapple. Unusual.

Moving closer to my fruity father, I tripped and fell. In the process of falling, I accidentally, sliced my father's rough exterior belly.

Spread across the floor were smaller pineapples.....at least 20 or so. One of them was split open. Lying inside the busted fruit was an electronic device.

It clicked.

I had found the instrument needed for my compadres and I to get back to our world.

dream BIG.

So I was a good vampire....and Chuck Norris was my sidekick

Chuck Norris.

This man (or is he a man?) is a beast.

Who has seen the movie Sidekicks? It is the movie where a skinny dweebie asthmatic kid daydreams that Chuck and he kicked bad guys butts. Through his dreams and a Mr. Miagi-like character, he becomes a kick-a karate champ and meets the real Chuck Norris at the end.

So why is Chuck Norris my sidekick?

A couple weeks back I had a wicked awesome dream.

I walk into a public restroom...I quickly realize there is something unusual about me. I was not human....I was a vampire.....a good one though kinda like Blade.

In each of the urinals, are these bat-like creatures covered in slime: baby vampires. In order to save the world from these vile abominations I used my unusual super strength to crush them to smithereens.

The full size vampires did not like this.......at all.

I took off running......at an unusual speed.....and then soared up into a tree.

Guess who was in the tree with me ready to kick some vamp ass?

CHUCK NORRIS

I soon woke up.......and felt like roundhouse kicking some bloodsuckers.

Dream Big

Introduction to Dreams

What is reality?

What if our daily lives were only figments of our imagination and our dreams were actually real?

How would you feel.....scared?.....ecstatic?.....sad?

Wikipedia defines dreams as a succession of images, thoughts, or emotions passing through the mind during sleep. The content and purpose of dreams are not fully understood, though they have been a topic of speculation and interest throughout recorded history. The scientific study of dreams is known as oneirology.

People tell me I have some crazy dreams. I have always had very vivid adventures and nightmares since I was little. When I was five years old I had this one scary dream that I cannot forget. I was laying on the bottom bunk bed with the covers carefully over my head to form a little hole that I could peer through. I was staring out of my room into the lit hallway. Nothing was there.....then I saw them.....first, it was Frankenstein who trudged along pass my room......next, a wart faced witch menacingly trailed the freak. woooooooo. I was relieved that they didn't come into my room.....I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. When I opened them terror filled the crevices of my soul....through my peep hole stared the wicked eyeball of the witch.

Why do I remember that? Why our my dreams so real....so lifelike?

Maybe you readers out there will help me find out why my dreams are ridic.

andddddd I hope you get some comic relief out of them...

Dream Big!!!