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Showing posts with label sick. Show all posts
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Saturday, May 4, 2019

Electric Sky

A Dream From The Past




A party is being held at my aunt's house. Her rooms are filled with shelves of food, candy, and drinks much like a convenience store. I don't think we are allowed to eat the food. I leave the party.

Driving home, it is a little after dark. I slow down at what seems to be a construction site on the road, but it isn't. Men are throwing what appears to be grenades over the side of the highway. Some never go off. Others create an electric explosion in the sky. When this happens, they have found something extraordinary.

I run into an old friend, Hollie, at a mini-mall. There is a young, hipster boy trying to impress her. He has a pair of sunglasses and regular eyeglasses lifted onto his head. I am jealous. I walk with Hollie, and without warning, she becomes ill. She runs to the public bathroom which boasts a long line of people out the door as if we were at a Greta Van Fleet concert. But she skips everyone and runs inside to vomit. When she returns, I help her to my Jeep. I clean out my pigsty of a passenger seat for her, which in the end doesn't matter because she chooses to drive. I assume she was doing drugs, and that's the reason she got sick. I ask her if she was doing "X." She looks confused and asks, "do you mean 'H'?" I quickly recover myself, "yeah, that's what I meant." "Yeah," she replies. We drive home. Dream ends.

I wake up

Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Foreign Relations

Dream 3/20/2017




     My family and me are visiting Canada. One day, we decide to eat at a fancy, two-story restaurant. My sister Morgan gets lost in the restaurant so I try to find her. A man, probably the host, shows me around. I spend all my time looking for her when she was eating with the family all along. Now the family is done eating. I regret not dining with them. Nothing stings like regret. I wave at a cute woman as her and her boyfriend walk out. She says something about a hottie over there, talking about me. She walks over to our table and tells her boyfriend to close his eyes. she goes in to kiss me and pulls back. Then she goes in again and kisses me on the lips, slobbering all over me.

     I am in Peru, sick as a dog, sleeping in a disease ridden bed, hoping to get back home to America.

     A ton of teenagers occupy my old church in Anderson, Indiana. New life church is a now a big volleyball court. All of the older kids are playing and partying late into the night. It is my bedtime but I stay out. I don't feel comfortable around the older kids. I feel very self conscious.

     My friend Joel Doty is up on stage playing a song he has written. I am holding his old guitar that he gave me once upon a time. He steps off the stage and starts talking to me as I put his old guitar in its case. I have trouble latching one of the buckles on the case.

     A parent of one of the kids puts a movie on the projector. He wants everyone to see it. I'm not completely sure what it is about except it has to do with injustice in some form. I lean over to the kid and tell him, "if you think this is bad, you should've seen me in Peru." Dream ends.

I wake up.

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

SkyCoaster

Dream 9/17/2014




     A brand new roller coaster  has opened up. The line seems endless. The ride is so tall that you have to take an elevator to the top. My family is at the front of the line. I'm at the back. Someone sees my tickets and tells me that I'm supposed to be at the front. I get moved to the front with my family. We step onto the elevator. We get to the top. We are so high in the air that a sick feeling overcomes me. Fear grips me. Dream ends.

I wake up.

Thursday, February 13, 2014

Wiley

Dream 6-25-13




I am moving to Wiley, Indiana. We find a house that we like. It is a walk-out ranch. The top story is the house and the bottom story is a full size church. The couple that is selling the house are old and wanting to move on with their lives. I start to dream. I want to pastor this church.
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People flood the church. It is a busy Sunday. Possibly a normal Sunday. A man walks up to me and begins telling me that we need to get all of these people out of this building because the mafia needs to hold a meeting in the lobby. If these people are not gone when the mafia come, there will be bloodshed. 
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I do my best to empty the building, but it is not fast enough. sure enough, the mafia come. They draw their weapons and start to shoot. People die. I hide in a crawl space near the bathrooms. The mafia end their murdering and sit down in the lobby, plop their feet up on the table as if they didn't just end several innocent lives. 
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Later on, I meet with a few friends in a cabin right outside the church. One friend is sick, he needs help. The other friend writes down an address of the hospital on a piece of paper. I go inside the church to grab an address book. Somehow, I lose the address. The friend who is not sick comes in to check on my progress. Finding out that I've lost the address, he draws his hand back and punches me right in the eye. 
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Because I've moved to a new city, I must find a new school. My mom wants to send me to a public school. Luckily, a friend from my past has moved to the very same city. He's going to a private school. Being that its my last year of high school, I want to be in a place where I know at least one person. I ask him what school he's attending. He tells me, "chocolate chip christian school." Dream ends.

I wake up.