I just had the craziest dream ever! I've decided to document my crazy dreams just in case it leads to something more. You never know right? So my crazy takes place in New York. Apparently I'm visiting with family and friends.
In a dimly lit bathroom, I'm standing naked holding a man named B. Scott (he's a very beautiful man that I'll probably never meet in real life) who is also naked. He's caressing me and comforting me in a friendly way, but I am craving him sexually. His body felt soft and he smelled like heaven. I start to tell him a story about my coworkers in the next room. I'd like to say they were jumping on a huge indoor trampoline where it started off with one person. Then my other coworker joined her followed by his body guard. For some reason it traumatized me, so he was trying to comfort me. Next thing I know they all walk in and start taking a shower together. Peace has been restored and I move on to the next scene.
Some unhappy entity is trying to discard a group of people, some close to me, yet I don't know who they are, by putting them on a huge bed that's set up similar to elevators. They cut one of the ropes and this huge bed starts falling rapidly towards the ground. The bed happened to get stuck on something therefore avoiding any casualties.
Once again I end up in a restroom, this time to freshen up so I can head out because it's my last day in New York. My toothpaste feels thick and lumpy like someone mixed wet cement and raw sugar. Some girls keeps telling me about her problems, and the cleaning lady is rushing me to get out. When I'm done I head out with my friends to explore the city. Just as I'm about to pick of the phone to try to hook up with someone that actually lives there, my babysitter calls me over. She wants me to get some bread from a particular place. In my dream the city is seems to be set up akin to that of a small European town as opposed to what it actually looks like, weird. I detour and check out a clothing store that has bomber jackets with fur lined hoods, fake Gucci sweat suits, and other unappealing apparel. There was some lady in there that got loud with me for no reason, I called her a b*tch as I walked out the store and she followed me! I'm not a fighter so she eventually left me alone after calling me out on being a coward.
I finally get this shop order my food and have a seat. While I'm waiting on my order, a lady comes in with her daughter trying to find a restroom. The owner tells her where to go, but to sure to avoid going in to a particular neighborhood because of some ruthless guys. Apparently he hears the guys approaching and grabs her hand tells her they need to run. The three of them run along with a few other customers out the back only to be followed by a large group of men toting large automatic weapons. They catch up to the group, line them up against a wall, yell ONE and shoot them all. Yes, including the little girl. The sight of her body falling to the ground is very vivid in my mind. She had on a light purple shirt with darker purple sweat pants and two side buns. The group of men the go on to gather a much larger group of people around the corner and repeat the process. This time a mother watched from a different side of the street as her son was executed in this group. I can still hear her scream for her baby. It was crazy because this group had to be about fifty people. I kept wondering why didn't they attack the men? They out numbered them. I know there would still be casualties, but I couldn't understand why they just sat there and waiting for the gun spray to face their way. I couldn't do anything because it was like I didn't exist, I could only see it. Perhaps it was an outer body experience I was having in my dream.
I go back to the people on the bed and they climb off one by one lead by an older gentleman. They make a plan to fix the line and get everyone back upstairs. I'm assuming their tormentors are gone thinking they've all perished. After they get everything running smooth they send two men, one of them favoring Tupac, back up. Something happened to the men and I woke up.
This dream almost made me want to cry when I woke up. I don't know why I have these kinds of dreams, but I'm document them anyway. My husband thinks it's crazy that I remember the details of my crazy dreams and how they're multi-dimensional. I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to do something with them, I just don't know what that something is. Anyway, enjoy.
In a dimly lit bathroom, I'm standing naked holding a man named B. Scott (he's a very beautiful man that I'll probably never meet in real life) who is also naked. He's caressing me and comforting me in a friendly way, but I am craving him sexually. His body felt soft and he smelled like heaven. I start to tell him a story about my coworkers in the next room. I'd like to say they were jumping on a huge indoor trampoline where it started off with one person. Then my other coworker joined her followed by his body guard. For some reason it traumatized me, so he was trying to comfort me. Next thing I know they all walk in and start taking a shower together. Peace has been restored and I move on to the next scene.
Some unhappy entity is trying to discard a group of people, some close to me, yet I don't know who they are, by putting them on a huge bed that's set up similar to elevators. They cut one of the ropes and this huge bed starts falling rapidly towards the ground. The bed happened to get stuck on something therefore avoiding any casualties.
Once again I end up in a restroom, this time to freshen up so I can head out because it's my last day in New York. My toothpaste feels thick and lumpy like someone mixed wet cement and raw sugar. Some girls keeps telling me about her problems, and the cleaning lady is rushing me to get out. When I'm done I head out with my friends to explore the city. Just as I'm about to pick of the phone to try to hook up with someone that actually lives there, my babysitter calls me over. She wants me to get some bread from a particular place. In my dream the city is seems to be set up akin to that of a small European town as opposed to what it actually looks like, weird. I detour and check out a clothing store that has bomber jackets with fur lined hoods, fake Gucci sweat suits, and other unappealing apparel. There was some lady in there that got loud with me for no reason, I called her a b*tch as I walked out the store and she followed me! I'm not a fighter so she eventually left me alone after calling me out on being a coward.
I finally get this shop order my food and have a seat. While I'm waiting on my order, a lady comes in with her daughter trying to find a restroom. The owner tells her where to go, but to sure to avoid going in to a particular neighborhood because of some ruthless guys. Apparently he hears the guys approaching and grabs her hand tells her they need to run. The three of them run along with a few other customers out the back only to be followed by a large group of men toting large automatic weapons. They catch up to the group, line them up against a wall, yell ONE and shoot them all. Yes, including the little girl. The sight of her body falling to the ground is very vivid in my mind. She had on a light purple shirt with darker purple sweat pants and two side buns. The group of men the go on to gather a much larger group of people around the corner and repeat the process. This time a mother watched from a different side of the street as her son was executed in this group. I can still hear her scream for her baby. It was crazy because this group had to be about fifty people. I kept wondering why didn't they attack the men? They out numbered them. I know there would still be casualties, but I couldn't understand why they just sat there and waiting for the gun spray to face their way. I couldn't do anything because it was like I didn't exist, I could only see it. Perhaps it was an outer body experience I was having in my dream.
I go back to the people on the bed and they climb off one by one lead by an older gentleman. They make a plan to fix the line and get everyone back upstairs. I'm assuming their tormentors are gone thinking they've all perished. After they get everything running smooth they send two men, one of them favoring Tupac, back up. Something happened to the men and I woke up.
This dream almost made me want to cry when I woke up. I don't know why I have these kinds of dreams, but I'm document them anyway. My husband thinks it's crazy that I remember the details of my crazy dreams and how they're multi-dimensional. I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to do something with them, I just don't know what that something is. Anyway, enjoy.
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