What is really going on in my sub conscience?
Just a few minutes ago, I woke up wondering why this guy couldn't come up with some original shit! Ok, so my friend and I are walking through a gate to go home when we notice some old black guy hovering around. We, of course, tell him to leave and proceed to go in. I guess neither one of our dogs existed in the dream because there was barking. We start heading up some stairs and notice this guy is behind us. We try to open the door, but there is paper stuffed in one of the lock. Can you explain to me how one can stuff those annoying sales papers that come in the mail into a key hole? Anyway, I happen to have a knife that I'm using to try to get the paper out, but it's too late. Mr. Ben, I mean, black Freddy is now in my face. He was tall, at least 6'4". If that's not tall to you, I'm jealous. He had a bald head and very long nails. His nails weren't metal like Freddy's though, his looked like he went to the nail shop, got tips put on and never cut them. So, I use the knife and get to slicing. He was talking major crap, too bad I can't remember what he was saying now because it might pertain to my real life. Anyway, I'm stabbing him in the throat, slicing his arm where it's supposed to immobilize it (according to some self defense site I saw once), but it isn't fazing him at all. I mean, he's not even bleeding and there wasn't any evidence that he at least got a scratch. Through all of this though, I'm telling myself to calm down and stay focused while telling him he sucks and just operates off of other peoples fears. We turn around and suddenly I'm up against a rail. I guess he thought that I would fall and that would be my demise. Nope, I knew the rail was not going to support me and, like an awesome ninja, I floated down to the ground in some ninja stance (at least in my mind it was a ninja stance). Anyway, we battle some more, actually, it's more like I'm cutting like a mad woman and he's just talking crap and waving his fingernails around. Suddenly, he disappeared. I thought he was behind me so I kept turning around and around, but he was gone. Suddenly, there is a man sitting in a chair on the opposite side of the lawn just watching me. He kind of reminded me of Zack Galafianakis. Anyway, as I'm trying to figure out where he came from, he starts twitching and groaning. Black ooze starts coming out of his nose and mouth. I think it's safe to say he died. My mom soon enters the yard, goes up the stairs and starts chatting it up with my friend. Now, my friend never helped me. Is that because I didn't make her in my dream? Can we control other people in our dreams? It's hard enough as it is trying to control my own movements let alone create a whole puppet show. Anyway, I run up and hug my mother so tight and tell her what just happened. She seemed to think it was an angry patient that visited the hospital where I work. Not surprised. But an angry patient with super powers, now that's surprising.
I woke and had to share before I forgot everything. It was so weird. I'm going to see if I can interpret the meaning of this.
Just a few minutes ago, I woke up wondering why this guy couldn't come up with some original shit! Ok, so my friend and I are walking through a gate to go home when we notice some old black guy hovering around. We, of course, tell him to leave and proceed to go in. I guess neither one of our dogs existed in the dream because there was barking. We start heading up some stairs and notice this guy is behind us. We try to open the door, but there is paper stuffed in one of the lock. Can you explain to me how one can stuff those annoying sales papers that come in the mail into a key hole? Anyway, I happen to have a knife that I'm using to try to get the paper out, but it's too late. Mr. Ben, I mean, black Freddy is now in my face. He was tall, at least 6'4". If that's not tall to you, I'm jealous. He had a bald head and very long nails. His nails weren't metal like Freddy's though, his looked like he went to the nail shop, got tips put on and never cut them. So, I use the knife and get to slicing. He was talking major crap, too bad I can't remember what he was saying now because it might pertain to my real life. Anyway, I'm stabbing him in the throat, slicing his arm where it's supposed to immobilize it (according to some self defense site I saw once), but it isn't fazing him at all. I mean, he's not even bleeding and there wasn't any evidence that he at least got a scratch. Through all of this though, I'm telling myself to calm down and stay focused while telling him he sucks and just operates off of other peoples fears. We turn around and suddenly I'm up against a rail. I guess he thought that I would fall and that would be my demise. Nope, I knew the rail was not going to support me and, like an awesome ninja, I floated down to the ground in some ninja stance (at least in my mind it was a ninja stance). Anyway, we battle some more, actually, it's more like I'm cutting like a mad woman and he's just talking crap and waving his fingernails around. Suddenly, he disappeared. I thought he was behind me so I kept turning around and around, but he was gone. Suddenly, there is a man sitting in a chair on the opposite side of the lawn just watching me. He kind of reminded me of Zack Galafianakis. Anyway, as I'm trying to figure out where he came from, he starts twitching and groaning. Black ooze starts coming out of his nose and mouth. I think it's safe to say he died. My mom soon enters the yard, goes up the stairs and starts chatting it up with my friend. Now, my friend never helped me. Is that because I didn't make her in my dream? Can we control other people in our dreams? It's hard enough as it is trying to control my own movements let alone create a whole puppet show. Anyway, I run up and hug my mother so tight and tell her what just happened. She seemed to think it was an angry patient that visited the hospital where I work. Not surprised. But an angry patient with super powers, now that's surprising.
I woke and had to share before I forgot everything. It was so weird. I'm going to see if I can interpret the meaning of this.
