I Want To Know What You Are Dreaming

Hello all, Jeff here. I love dreams and the whole study behind them is amazing. Since biblical times people have been known to prophecy in dreams and I believe that this still goes on today. Symbolism is clearly apparent and many have reported more than coincidental occurances in their dreams. I am going to share a dream I just had and I sincerely wish to encourage all of you to post your dreams and also, if you read another user's dream try to interpret it to the best of your ability.

My dream:

So the dream begins with a friend and I inside a grocery store-esque building. There are two black girls working the registers both wearing green shirt and khaki pants. As I approach one of the girls she starts hitting on me and the exact conversation has escaped my memory but her objective is still lucid. For some reason I start talking to other girl at this point and she puts her arm through mine and suggests we go out to the parking lot to have sex. I am thrilled so we make our way through the sliding doors to a 4 door sedan that I have seen before. The friend I came into the store with is gone now but i notice two of my other friends standing in the parking lot talking. I open the back door for her and toss her in. We start to kiss and i begin to undress her until I hear someone knocking on the glass window. I turn violently to see a 4 year old (this kid didnt look 4 in my dream, more like 8 but i remember thinking that it was a 4 year old) banging on the window. I unlock the door and open the handle slightly, i lay back on the seat and kick the door as hard as I can sending the little brat straight to the pavement. He stands right back up though so i enlist the help of my friends by yelling at them to take care of this kid. They rush over and grab the kid dragging him off to leave me to attend to my much more important matter. I go back into the car and she's laying there shirt off and tight khakis still on. I move to position myself over her and lean in for another kiss when suddenly I find myself to be the sole occupier of the vehicle. Falling into the leather upholstery I collect myself and let out a "FUCK!!!" Then, just as suddenly she disappeared I am in a different dream that I can not recall now.

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jd8coke, on 4/17/2008 2:27:11 AM
Total Posts: 746, Joined: 2/5/2006

^ You dreamt you were Xxoozero?

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pablo420, on 4/17/2008 4:56:00 AM
Total Posts: 283, Joined: 8/5/2006

Zombies. My favourite recurring dream.

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Flik, on 4/17/2008 3:20:03 PM
Total Posts: 405, Joined: 12/13/2007

Glad this blog is still up. I had another fucked up dream I wanted to share.

Early one morning, while making the rounds, I took a hit of cocaine and I shot my woman down. I went right home and I went to bed. I put my trusty .44 beneath my head.

I got up the next morning and I took my gun. After another hit of cocaine, away I run. I made a good run, but I ran too slow. The cops caught up to me in Juarez, Mexico.

I sat in a hot joint, taking some pills. In came a sheriff from Jericho Hills. He said "Willy-Lee, your name is not Jack Brown--You're the S.O.B. that shot your woman down!"

I said "yes, my name is Willy-Lee. If you have a warrant, just read it to me. I shot her down because she made me sore. I thought I was her man, but she had five more."

When I was arrested I was dressed in black. They stuck me on a train and they took me back. I had no friends I could call for bail. So they dumped my dried up carcass in the county jail.

Some time next morning--maybe half past nine--I spied the sheriff coming down the line. I heard him cough, and then clear his throat, and say "come on you S.O.B. in to the district court."

I got in the courtroom and my trial began. I was faced with twelve honest men. And just before the jury started out, I saw the little judge commence to look about.

In about ten minutes, in walked a man. He held the verdict in his right hand. The verdict read: "murder--first degree". I hollered "lordy, lordy, have mercy on me!"

The judge then smiled as he picked up his pen. "99 years in the Folsom Pen!" 99 years underneath that ground? I'll never forget the day I shot that dumb bitch down.

So come on all you people, hear me speak. Lay off that whiskey, and leave that cocaine be.

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