Mantis

Dream 9/8/2017

I am headed toward Alaska. I'm am going there on a missions trip with Global Expeditions. We will spread the message of Jesus Christ to the villagers there.

Although we could drive to Alaska, we decide to take a boat and travel across ocean. With nearly a mile to go, without warning, we, all of us, observe as a spiky tentacle, the size of a skyscraper, surfaces and then drops back down underwater, out of sight. A few more times, we see parts of the colossal creature. The sheer size of it takes my breath from my lungs. We fear that it will capsize our boat and we will drown or be eaten.

We make it to land without problems. We greet the villagers on the dock. We ask them what the creature is. They tell us that it is called Mantis.

Our group travels inland where we go rafting on a nearby river. The river must've taken us back out to sea. We travel through the same area where we witnessed the creature earlier that day. We know that it will find us. Our fate has been determined. The captain of the boat decides to creep the vessel near a cliff as not to draw attention. Before we know it, Mantis appears. This time, it seems intent on bringing us down. I walk to the front of the ship where I have a clear visual. The tentacles lift up out of the water and slam down, time after time.

The passengers on the boat are terrified. They are so scared that two of them, Matt (who is my friend) and a girl who I do not know, commit suicide with guns. The event is distressing.

The rest of us make it back safely.

On our way home, I am walking down the aisle of the boat and I decide to sit down in an empty seat. When I do, I feel something wet on my back. I turn around and see a large blood stain on the seat. I don't know whether the blood is from Matt or the girl. Anyway, I decide to change seats. I walk up the aisle and sit down between two girls on chairs that look like toilets. Since the chair looks like a toilet, I choose to urinate while sitting there. The girls next to me are disgusted.

Back at home, finally. I sit on my bed holding a joint. I believe one of the villagers gave it to me. Should I smoke it? The temptations keeps coming. My mom is in the next room. I think she is sleeping. I almost smoke but decide against it. I open it up to see the weed. It is just a rolled up, green Brillo pad. Dream ends.

I wake up

The Legend of Pineapple Express

Dream 10/9/2015

I am in the movie "The Legend of Bagger Vance."

     My grandpa is the character of Rannulph Junah. We are at the golf tournament. On one of the holes, there is a water hazard directly in front of the Tee off point. Will Smith, I mean, Bagger Vance tells my grandpa to use a sand wedge instead of a driver to get the ball over. The rest of the golfers laugh at him. The golfers drive their cars to the Tee. My grandpa is fourth to Tee off. I check on the competition and find that John Goodman is in the tournament. I say hello. I tell him that he is my favorite. I say, "Hey John, do you remember when you were in 'The Flintstones?'" He responds, "I remember 1973. Everyone wanted a piece of John Goodman but their was only enough John to go around."

     We walk back to my car. My dad rolls down the window. A load of pot smoke exits the vehicle. My dad's hair is electric and his eyes aren't much better. John says, "Oh, your grandfather is Rannulph Junah?" I tell him that he is. He seems impressed. Dream ends.

I wake up