I had an interesting dream last night as I was falling to sleep... It was so strange, I awoke from it because I knew it was a dream. So it started in bed, then I was looking at a knoll or a hill, and a tree at the top that was flourishing; Then lightening hit the tree (or something did) and an apple dropped and rolled down the hill to me... Then to my horror I realised it wasn't an apple, but a woodland creature, a hedgehog; dead, and its death meant the end of days... Then I woke up. Don't usually dream about stuff like that. Dreams
They say that if you die in your dream you die in real life. That's not true. I've been killed by a giant turtle many times and I'm still here.
I have recurring dreams of the same them, specifics change ea. time though, of being chased by an entity with a weapon & sometimes I have one of my actual firearms & other times I don't... They never really rise to the level of 'nightmares' & when I am armed it's sort of a good dream, as I have some level of control, alright I'll admit too that I take Trazodone to get to sleep, lol. (I am a 2nd A activist of sorts, at the state level, so perhaps it goes with the territory)
Last night I had some weird dream that involved watching a movie at home, the Wolf of Wall Street, only, watching that movie, but I was also with Leo going through all these scenes that wasn't in the movie, like, crashing through Italy / the Amazon rainforest (a weird mix match of the two), then I accidentally stopped the movie, it restarted, and the person I was watching it with (an older sister of mine) was watching it, but couldn't watch it because I accidentally stopped it, so took it in her stride and left, and all the while while watching this movie, I was waiting for the scene where he starts trading penny stocks (a scene near the start of the movie)...Then I went to this course to learn something, but I had already done it before, and some personal items were there on the side that I collected because I thought I better collect them since I didn't want to lose them, and since this was like the 2nd time in so many weeks on this course doing it all again, I already knew the teacher, the teacher knew me, and then I remember befriending this girl on this course who was part of this new class.
I was on this world tourist tour thing that started out in America, and then went into Europe, and literally, for me, it was business as usual in America and Europe, meeting friends and family in America and being at home in England... At some point in Europe, it turned into a river cruise and it was so boring, lucky for me, I met a woman on board, from the UK (I think we all were on this cruise)? And we had a fling and both agreed how boring the Danube was, but, our fling was alright. She was fit, older than me with long blonde hair and a mother and somewhat upper class. Our river cruise ship we were stuck on started to look fancy. Had fun on the boat. We went to sleep at night, made love kinda (was saving intercourse for England/after the cruise)?, and I enjoyed her company in the day. Then we went down to Africa I was excited because this was my first time in Africa and then I had a lot of fun looking at the sun in the sky looking bigger than in England/home, and then 'magically' our friends and family were there and we were in a part of Africa (Morocco) that you could also 'magically' (for lack of an answer) see my back garden and house in England and could talk to my neighbours, but the sun was still bigger in the sky as I was closer to the equator in Africa looking at my garden in England and it was warmer too where I was and my house in England looked a little grey and I could see that it was colder. The tour then went on south through Africa, leaving Morocco, me and this woman and her 2 teenage daughters went through first and we was looking at the ship back across the border and it was night and we went on. Then in the day I played with lions in Africa like they were kittens and then this link between my home in South London and Africa came when I remembered of this small lion that was down my high street a couple of months ago. I met this woman's two brothers who were outlaws trying to hack this computer in South Africa to clear there criminal records illegally because (I think) they wanted to get into New Zealand (probably for the next leg of this tour thing). I had more fun on that cruise in Africa, so much so, I ventured out on my own, jogging, and maybe even a little Michael Jackson style dance in South Africa I spontaneously did and I was still friendly with that woman I met on this cruise, as I was still pleased to see her passing through as she was in this bar/restaurant on the ship, I ventured out off the boat and it was night and it was South Africa and I was loving this market at night in South Africa, with the lights and the produce thinking of England and liking being in South Africa wondering if I should leave England.
I was flying to America from England (an airport in London), and... As I was heading into the terminal along a tunnel, when I found out my bag was stolen; so I had a tantrum and got banned from going to America as I pissed off airport security. I was upset and not having none of it, and then I realised that (for some reason) some prized possessions of mine were on the other side of the world and lost to me because I couldn't travel, which made me want to give security a hard time after they gave me chance after chance to cool down; I was pissed off that someone stole my bag in the airport and my prized possession where now most likely lost to me. Then I in another dream in the night married an Iraqi girl in Iraq and it was so beautiful, and I enjoyed life in Iraq even though I was under her wing since I wasn't a native/I was British. We went to the bank where she opened up an account for us and only she could because she was a native; I saw Islamic militants in this bank and reacted to them like going to a bad neighborhood; then we left the bank in Iraq (which looked like South London, but was Iraq), and I saw this UK car like one I used to own (but another more common colour this car came in/Silver), and I told my wife that I could read UK license plates, and told her where in the UK it was from, and how old it was. Then we went to her parents house which looked like a leafy London suburb but was Iraq where we didn't go in but enjoyed each other's company outside of it; romantic dream. I then saw the news and noticed how America was in the news a lot, but Iraq wasn't, and on the globe in the news intro, I pointed to Iraq with pride, even though I was aware the news was American dominated. (The UK number plate/the map of Iraq - this dream was kind've detailed since these things were how they should be in real life). Then I went to Amsterdam and lead a tour group and helped someone who I went to school with on this tour group buy some orange juice. I woke up thinking; 'I want an Iraqi wife. Living in Iraq might be nice.'
The other night I had a dream that underneath Croydon, South London, was Axl Rose's Malibu luxury. Where Axl Rose of Guns N' Roses lived like a sultan. And he was proud of it considering he was self made, and I was in one of his three hot tubs outside, and, it felt good. Then being amazed getting to see where Guns N' Roses videos in Malibu where shot, underneath Croydon. Then it turned into some Freemason thing, or something, in order to 'know about it' and it was hidden/exclusive. It was his world and it was guarded and it was underneath Croydon. I then I woke up to go to the bathroom, went back to bed... I was with this girl I sat next to in high school in the professional sense in that, she had something she was going to do and I was taking her there. She wrapped her arms and legs around me and we walked to the train station; Waited around, got on a train (that maybe turned into a bus)? and, I picked a fight with some young brats and then I realised they were just kids but I wasn't, and it was all good again and me and this girl were on a professional one; got off in some leafy suburb like bus stop, walked up to the thing, which turned out to be their school, and this girl went straight to teach there and I hung around and saw I was no longer needed, that kid/brat was in her class, I walked on, woke up.
I remember now (something on TV reminded me) what my dream was last night. I remember; I was on the international space station... Looking at this big solar panel like it was the wing of this thing, and I was looking at this with reassurance which was good, it was, whatever, I wasn't scared, I was just waiting to go back to Earth looking at this solar panel. Then I saw England and France, as I was approaching and when I went down, aiming for River Thames and the London Area/home... I spiraled down and landed in the South of Spain at a beach somewhere in the Med' floating around off the coast of Spain.
