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Showing posts with label asia. Show all posts
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Tuesday, September 5, 2017

Security #2

Dream 9/5/2017




I am a part of the security team for one of the presidents speeches. John McCain is head of security. He's dyed his hair dark brown. It looks awkward. An Asian man tries to get past security with a silenced pistol. My friend, Tim, tries to wrestle the gun away from him but falls backward. I jump in and wrestle the man. We eventually get the gun away from him and take him away.

I am wearing dress pants and no shirt. Tim needed a shirt and jacket to wear so I let him borrow mine. I walk outside. I stroll the city streets looking for a store that can sell me a T-shirt. I know there is a mall nearby but I don't know how to get there. I look at the different stores as I pass them. Pizza shops, arcades, toy stores, pizza shops. There are a lot of pizza restaurants in this city.

I see my friend, Derek, walking toward me. I walk with him. He needs to get to the police station to do research on the Asian man with the silenced pistol. We hop in his car and drive. I look up at the Salesforce Tower in downtown Indianapolis. "You know what freaks me out?" I ask Derek. "Being on the top floor of that building. Derek shivers as if he can't stand the thought. "I hate heights," he tells me. I continue, "I went up there once, by myself, and that was the moment that I knew I was afraid of heights." Derek jumps in, "I couldn't go up there by myself."

We make it to the police station. We enter the place. The main room has several tables spread out, like a lunchroom. Dozens of police are sitting at the tables while others are walking around. The place is busy. Derek finds a computer, he sits down and begins researching. I hover over Derek's shoulder, my eyes pacing the computer screen. Just then, I look back and see the Asian man from the presidents speech. How did he get free? He pulls a gun. I once again try to wrestle the gun away from the man. Dream ends.

I wake up

Sunday, September 3, 2017

Cops In The Marsh

Dream 9/3/2017



My friend, Derek, and me are driving around town. We drive in an area that used to be rural but now is being fixed up by the city. New stores and restaurants are being added. I tell Derek that I wish they didn't keep doing this, I like the country the way it is, soon there won't be any country. We keep driving.

I see a Marsh. I haven't been to a Marsh in years. I make fun of the store. We laugh. I then remember that I like their cookies. I tell Derek to pull into Marsh. Before we pull into the grocery store, Derek wants some food. He enters a fast food restaurant, asks me what it's called. "I think it is Fazolis," I tell him. When we get closer we see that it is an Asian restaurant called "King Noodle" or something like that. Derek walks in and gets a huge dish of something. The amount of food that he buys is nuts.

We pull into Marsh. The grocery store has a parking garage so we go there. We enter the store and don't end up buying anything. I lose Derek while I am in there and eventually go back out to the car. As I am walking toward the car, I see a police cruiser parked next to us. When I get even closer, I see the cops searching through our belongings. I try to be as polite as possible. I hear the cop that is searching through the trunk say, "ok, we need to talk about these." He holds up a bunch of medicine. "Is it Sodium Bicarbonate?" I ask. "Yes it is," he replies in such a way as to hint that I am in big trouble. He walks over to me. I tell him that I have kidney failure and I am on a lot of medicine. He pulls a pen and notebook and asks what medicines I am currently taking. I go down the list, one by one. By the time I am finished, the cop understands that I am not a drug user or abuser.

At this time the parking garage is filled with kids and teenagers playing. The cop that was taking my information becomes more like a friend. He points to a wall, "hey do you see that spot right there?" He goes on to tell me something that I don't quite understand. He then borrows a soccer ball from one of the kids. He dribbles it down the lot and kicks it like a boss. The ball hits the wall with such power and force I can actually feel the vibrations from where I am standing. I now understand what he was telling me before. He caused a large dent in the wall by kicking a soccer ball. Brilliant. Dream ends.

I wake up