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!!!