posted on Jul, 25 2008 @ 01:06 AM
Well, its 2:00 AM and I just woke up from a wicked dream! Too strange to call a nightmare, yet somehow I have to wrestle the concept that my own mind
just created all which I saw in my dream.
It was a place ive been before, and go to when I go to sleep ill, with a fever, or otherwise sick. I go to this strange, rave-like future "world"
where im in a very urban surrounding, its dark and club-like, flashing lights and weird people, and everyone is partying down HARD .. a mixture of
people I know in real life, like in my dream I was there with 2 friends, a mixture of people I know OF, including famous people, and a mixture of
people I've SEEN, like on Youtube.
Oddly, in the middle of it, I was taken aside by a black african american man who seemed very familiar, and was taught "martial arts", but I already
knew the starting stuff, and seemed very interested. He said, "well i wasnt going to say this but, i think i can go ahead and open my school this
fall" ie; to keep teaching me, and i of course said, "oh yeah I wanted to ask you about that". But just like weird dreams are, I am then instantly
transported into the room of a band, a band my ex-girlfriend would go see and chase up n down the east coast before she became my ex. The lead singer
invited me in. Just like everyone else in the dream, they seemed to be on drugs or doing drugs, but nothing specific that I can pick out or point out.
Just partying, was weird. I looked at the couch type of thing the lead singer was sitting on, he knew me by name some how, and saw my ex-girlfriend's
nickname embroidered onto the back of the couch (where your back goes), something like "so n' so is a cool chick" or something equally meaningless
and dumb. Then I hit it off with their keyboardist, because he was into the same geeky crap I was, like computer games / movies I like.
So then I am back in the "future world", and I see some police officers lining a bunch of people up and taking them out the "front door", but they
didnt bother me even though i was right up there near the line. I didnt understand why they were being taken, the cops were bullhorning "just line up
here" etc, but if you didnt feel obligated to such as me, they werent trying to force you. however if i had felt guilty in the dream at that moment,
i would have probably gotten in line. so they leave, i begin hallucinating in my dream because of some weird drug that band shared with me, i tell my
friend about it in the dream, he reassures me that they barely gave me any, a very small amount, that id be fine.
Then I woke up a bit sweaty, uncomfortable as heck, feeling weird in the head like running a slight fever, and have been awake ever since.
Be glad you aren't me.