Figurines

A Dream From The Past

My father and I pay a visit to Liberty Christian elementary school. While he goes inside, I find a secret, grassy footpath. I follow it. At the end of the path are many Native American figurines. I start gathering them. With the dolls in my arms, I search for my dad's truck but cannot call to mind where he parked. My dad exits the school and becomes furious with me for my bad memory.

Later that day, my dad and I are shopping at a galleria. I converse with strangers in an Australian accent. I wander through the mall, collecting stuffed animals as I go. I deliver them to a small store in the back, a corner where nobody shops. Dream ends

I wake up

Coward

Dream 2/4/2017

     I am in a small, western town, similar to the towns you would find in the 1800's wild west. My dad is here as well.

     A band of bad men storm our little town and start terrorizing the people here. I run to a shed far away from these evil men. I hide outside the shed, in between the shed wall and a barbed wire fence. I grab four or five blue and red milk crates and cover myself with them. I am hiding although I should be fighting for the safety of my townspeople. My dad comes and discovers my cowardice. Dream ends.

I WAKE UP

The Chief

Dream 3-19-14

My sister has a new car.

She is driving me home. She starts giving a rant about why she so hates the car. I exit the vehicle.

I run ahead into a container yard which is under a roof. The yard is taken over by malevolent ghosts. The leader of the ghosts is a Native American chief. 

My sister is about to drive in here. If she does, the ghosts will attack her, maybe kill her. I can't let that happen. I climb onto the roof. When the car is in the right spot, I jump down in front of it. My sister slams on the breaks. I get inside. I tell her what's going on..

She speeds up. Once we enter the yard, the ghosts attack. The chief is directing them. My sister drives like a crazy person to get away. We eventually do. We make it to the outside where the sun is shining. 

After my sister parks the car, she says hello to her friend, Taylor Lautner. As I'm standing there waiting for her, something catches my eye.

A woman is helping a man in a wheel chair into a handicap van. The man is the Native American Chief. Dream ends.

I wake up.