Dreams

OH RIGHT. this would be a nice place to explain the intense dreams i keep having...

OK SO THE FIRST... is this place in NYC... a loft like entrance sort of like a store but its someone's home but very open.. very vulnerable but lacking furniture and color. there is a couch situated near the entrance and window of door.. i can recall that it is the one place where last time i was talking with my teacher outside of it and he asked if i wanted to go where Sidonie went and i of course replied no... she passed away. the world was stable on earth but if you looked to the sky.. the sun was brilliant and seemed closer than normal. The stars were spinning out of control and while all this was going on i was forced to answer questions. I Enter the house and i have to wait by the door as to not intrude and wait for someone come to the door so it does not look like i allowed myself in. Im waiting and i drop my soda on the floor on the carpet right by the entrance of the door and i quickly pick it up and pretend the stain is not my fault and perhaps is the result of some mistake before i had entered in the room. My friends mom comes out with flowers in her hand.. i assume she was tending to them and then the father and sooner than i can realise, were all sitting around and i am located on the floor. I am answering questions and a conversation is occuring but the same reservation i have in my life... i have in my dream... i am withholding parts of my life and it is making me feel that everyone thinks that im being dishonest... it worries me and i put up a guard that results in me being defensive and waking up.

ANOTHER... the Dreams always starts with a hike up a piney road filled with trees and bushes in the mountains in what one would think is a private road... once we are done walking we come across cars. im usually with my family... we come across a lavish house, decked out in the most complex gardeing and pool setup with a patio and umbrellas, a nice layout leading to the house and a grand lake swished in between moutains that lead to the ocean... everytime i see it.. i am stunned that i get to be here... but its mine. this house is mine and i dont seem to understand how... soon enough the ocean-lake starts to flood before i can get a full tour around place... and we must retreat into the house. we find the house to be safe until the water begins to seep into the house and we must find safetly. I resort to different rooms but each has its problem and i come up the with idea of retreating to higher ground or the attic. But when i get to the stairs... they are out of place... the llayout is all wrong... there is no way i can get to the stairs from where i am without out putting myself in danger...  so i have to leeep in oder to get to the part where i am able to climb the next stairs to get up to the attic... i am always the only one to make it across... and find myself allone climbing the stairs to the attic and when i get there... i am looking out the window onto a college campus where everyone is playing and hanging in the summery days...  eventually the attic becomes my dorm room and i am a student at this college.

ANOTHER... Obama has appeared in my dreams something like 6 times.. in them he doesnt say much but holds a conversation with me and while im doing most of the talking he tells me that i should heed to what i say... Hes always busy doing something else... fixing something.. putting something in place like a book... or texting or typing something... the advice he always gives is just be careful.  HE is CHill.

In the past when he appeared in my dream.. someone big would also be there... like OPRAH, or Denzel Washington, or Cory Booker... Cory Booker who is my Mayor, i have met but the others i have not had ties to. Oprah in one dream stole my wallet and had me chase her down around the city in what seemed like a ridiculous movie plot... and when i would find her.. it would always be in a white room with 2 body guards and nothing else and she would give me a menila envelope with information in side. I would wake up.

The other was we when we were all playing cards. Denzel, Cory, Obama, and I and Denzel was always so feminine in my dream. Everyone in the dream would eventually become Dogs but their heads would be the same... and they had clothing on them... but they were dogs.. the scope of my vision was that of a FISHEYE.

IMPECCABLE DETAIL. I remember all of this. Down to colors. WHAT DOES IT MEAN!

hmm

I have more. Im tried of typing though.. and should go back to studying.