American Life

Dream 2/23/2017

     I'm in an arcade in the mall. I step into a photo booth and snap a picture of myself. I reach into the drop box where the picture should appear and find several photos of previous picture takers along with napkins and an envelope. I take the envelope. Inside I find a load of money. I fold the envelope in half and slide it into my pocket with the full intention of taking it to the mall security office so it can be returned to its rightful owners.

I leave the mall.

     I'm exploring the barn at my Middletown, Indiana house. I walk over to a shelf and inside a box find stacks of home videos. I am ecstatic because I thought they had been destroyed.

     Walking down a street, I come across a dark, Gothic mansion. Locals call it Thorn Mansion. Somehow I find myself inside the large house. I find no one except for a wax statue of a man. The house hold lots of interesting artifacts but nothing to keep me here, so I leave.

     Someone plays a video game that I used to know. It looks so familiar. It is called "American Life." I used to play it at my cousin's house in Illinois. The game consists of the player creating towns and watching them grow and interacting with people and houses.

     My jeans lay on the floor. Inside one of the pockets I find the envelope full of money. I start looking through the bills and notice that much of the money is foreign. I don't recognize the currency at all.

     Some friends and I search for a restaurant to eat. The driver and I agree that we should eat at either Arbys or Jimmy Johns. My friend Adam says that he's craving Taco Bell. Also he is broke so I need to pay for his food. We decide to eat at Taco Bell. Dream ends.

I WAKE UP

Five Guys, Bikers and Cries

Dream 2-9-14

My brother-in-law, Chad, and me are driving through our old hometown of Anderson, IN. We are hungry. I think we should eat at Taco Bell. Chad thinks we should eat at Five Guys, Burgers and Fries. Chad decides that he is right. We drive to Five Guys.

We enter the restaurant, which is mostly empty with the exception of a few guests over in the corner. We walk up to the counter to give our order. We both get a burger and fries. We sit down. I overhear a girl across the room say that she wants to be a hot dog vendor. I find that fascinating because I too want to be a hot dog vendor.

We finish our food. As we walk out of the restaurant, I stop by the girls table and tell her about my hot dog aspirations. She tells me that she also wants to work in ministry. I find that incredible because I too want to work in ministry. 

Suddenly, my mother is there. She tells me how her foot is killing her and that I should pray for it.

I start to command the pain to leave her foot. The girl in the restaurant begins to pray for her as well. I ask my mom to stand and try to walk on it. She does. Her foot is healed.

We all walk out of the restaurant together. We walk behind the restaurant into a open field. As we walk, a biker gang swarms in and surrounds us. Each member of the gang has layers of cloth wrapped around their face. They seem dangerous. We make a run for our vehicles. Several men from the gang try to punch my mom. I protect her. We make it to our vehicle and drive away. The gang follows us.

Driving down the road we find that we are running out of gas. Our car starts to sputter. Driving next to us is a truck. I, being in the passenger seat, roll down my window and flag the truck down. The man in the truck lowers his window. Low and behold, it's my friend Jake. He happily decides to lend his helping hand. We climb into  his truck and drive away. Dream ends.

I wake up.