Posts Tagged ‘dreams’

To The River

Thursday, May 22nd, 2008 4 comments

Dream time again.

In this dream I was driving to Brandon to visit John. Somehow I made a wrong turn and drove my car into a body of water. I escaped from the car and got out of the water. I soon realized that I had ended up in Vicksburg and that I had driven into the Mississippi River. It was pouring down rain and the river was flooding. I walked down a road trying to find a place where I could call for help. I finally came to a McDonald’s out in the middle of nowhere and surrounded by trees. It was small, cramped little place on the inside. There were many freaky-looking people there. I placed an order and then sat down at an empty table to wait for them to fix my food. Everybody was looking at me funny for some reason. Then I woke up.

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What’s in a Dream?

Tuesday, April 22nd, 2008 1 comment

I had some more weird dreams the night before last.

In one dream I was at Northpark Mall in Ridgeland with my sister and brother-in-law. When it was time to go, I left them to return to my car, which was in a parking garage even though in reality there are no parking garages at the mall. I discovered that a gang had taken over the parking garage and they were all pointing guns at me. I asked some of them if I could go to my car and they directed me which way to go. They were sending me through door after door and it became obvious that they weren’t taking me to my car. When I tried to get away somebody pulled out a knife and stabbed me. That’s when I woke up.

The next dream had me in some kind of scavenger hunt/contest where each clue would send my team to our next destination where we would find another clue and so on…. It reminds me of that show Drive, which not many people saw. My team was trying to figure out where we needed to go next. I thought I was begin clever in the way that I interpreted the clue we were working on, but it turns out that I led my team into a trap. The bad guy that was holding us said that one of us had to die. He drew a random number and that was the number 6. Guess what? The number 6 was my number. I was taken into a room with a toilet. A tablet dropped into the toilet from the ceiling and the room began to fill with gas. That’s when I woke up.

Weird, huh? It makes me think of that song “Mad World”:
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I’m dying
Are the best I’ve ever had

I wouldn’t say they are the best, but they are interesting. I also had a dream about playing Lost Odyssey that night. I bought it a couple of weeks ago, but still haven’t played it.