Something Is Wrong With Her Face

People are ecstatic. Oprah is coming to our building. I know beforehand that something is wrong with her. In fact, I am afraid to look at her face. Oprah arrives and walks up onto the stage in the auditorium. I am walking the halls around the auditorium, but I can see her through windows and openings. Something is wrong with her face. Every time I look, it becomes more and more contorted.

I walk away from the gathering and toward the end of the building, which is a castle. My sister, Morgan, appears. We need to fight an evil queen that resides up a set of concrete stairs. We enter the queen's throne room. I have been here once before, but Morgan has not. To me, the queens' appearance is frightening. She appears as a nine-foot, purple dragon with a tail. Standing next to her is a ghost of herself. To Morgan, the queen seems reasonable. I assume that every time one sets their eyes on the queen, she changes and deteriorates into something more sinister.

We don't end up fighting the dragon but instead talk to her. We leave the throne room and head toward the auditorium. We stop in a storage room where our friends are hiding. Everyone sits around a white table. We are the only ones who see something wrong with Oprah's face. 

I wake up

Junkyard Memories

Dream 2/24/2017

     I walk down a road. I come to a house with boarded up windows. I can see slightly through the slats of the boards. Nobody appears to be in the house but I feel something evil here, so I move on.

     Just past the evil home is a warehouse. Jesus is standing in the entrance of the warehouse where a large pile of shrimp, slugs and other creatures lay on the floor. He starts to eat a slug. The taste is salty.

     I walk beyond the warehouse into a junkyard and find a large creature. I believe he guards the area. I fight him to the death and win.

     My sister, our friend and me are at a play in an auditorium. A lady on stage asks for volunteers but walks out to the crowd and picks specific people. She walks to my row and points to my sister and friend. I feel left out. She calls up all of the chosen ones. They stand in a line on a catwalk that's suspended two stories above the stage. All those in the line start to sing. Dream ends.

I WAKE UP

Lifted

Dream 3-3-14

I'm back at the Honor Academy, six years after I left. 

The interns meet in the auditorium. David Haaz speaks to us. He gives us a challenge, an assignment. 

We all leave to work on the assignment. As we're walking out, I say something out loud. An Asian boy in front shushes me. I'm taken aback. I forgot that were not aloud to speak.

I walk several flights of stairs trying to find the floor where my dorm is located. Every other floor is either a girls floor or a guys floor. I find my room. I say to another intern, "why do people have to be rude when correcting each other." 

We all gather back in the auditorium. David Haaz at the front. All of a sudden, I'm lifted out of my seat. I start to fly above the interns toward the front stage. Dream ends.

I wake up.

Stunt Man

Dream 2-19-14

I'm in a college auditorium. My friend Jordan and me are here to see a play and listen to a live band. Many of my classmates from high school are sitting in the stands. 

Separating the stage from the audience is a draw bridge. I'm not certain on what is below the bridge. It raises and lowers. 

When the Master of Ceremonies announces that the show is about to begin, Jordan and I jump on two separate dirt bikes and ride up to the bridge. We attempt to use the bridge as a ramp and land on the stage but the bridge hasn't been lowered yet. Both Jordan and I crash into the bridge like a brick wall. 

I quit the challenge and go back to my seat. Jordan, on the other hand, gives it one more shot. The bridge starts to lower. Jordan revs the engine. He goes for it. He rides up to the bridge. It looks like he'll make it. Just when he is in the middle of it, the bridge shoots back up and throws Jordan way up in the air. Gravity. Jordan then falls down into the auditorium floor like a rag doll. 

We cheer for him anyways. Just then, I look up into a transparent ceiling and see ten people dressed like gorillas. Dream ends.

I wake up.

Stand Up

Dream 6-22-13

A friend of mine is being ex-communicated from a church for misspelling the word "conscientious." A meeting is being held to decide her fate. Everyone is here. It seems to be the general consensus to make her leave. Two prominent young ladies stand up in the middle of the meeting and shout, "If she goes, then we go!" The crowd erupts into a roar of words. When the speaker finally gets the crowd quiet, I walk up to the front of the auditorium uninvited and unwelcome. I shout at the speaker, "This is bullcrap. You're going to make her leave because she misspelled a word." The meeting resumes. My friend, the young lady, is saved, all because a few people decided to stand up. Dream ends.

I wake up.