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.