I had a dream once that I could fly. I dreamed that I wanted to fly to Cleveland from Dallas to see my oldest brother. (SICK I know.) So I took off, literally [img]smile.gif[/img] I was crusing at about 40,000 feet passing 747s no problem. Doing the speed of sound made it a prety quick trip.

I got to Cleveland and went to his house and asked where he was. My sister in law told me he went to Dallas to see me but If i wasnt there hed be back before long so just hang out. I said thats ok. If he comes back just tell him I went over to see the old house.

I take off for the old house which is just a few blocks away. When I get there the screen door is hanging by one hinge (the bottom one)and the house looks rather unkempt. I knock on the door. Some girl answers the door and I explain to her that I lived there when I was a little kid. I ask to have a look around just for old times sake. YEAH no problem. I step inside and immediately attacked by two guys. Obviously they are drug crazed junkies. Too late, Ive been incapacitated whilst being taken by surprise.

They take me upstairs into the attic and begin to torture me. Trying to find out whether im a cop or with a rival drug gang. The torture goes on for hours. Im bleeding from various places and am bruised all over. Both eyes are black, nose is broken, teeth missing: Im messed up pretty bad. My brother appears at the door and fights all three of my assaliants to the death which doesnt take long. Brother unties me and gets me out of there.

The really weird thing is that I went to visit my brother up in Cleveland a few weeks later. When I got there we had a few beers and he says "Hey bro. I had this really weird dream about you and we could both fly..." And proceeds to tell me my dream but from his point of view. I freaked on all this. He said that he knows if he had been home none of that would have happened. But he decided to go see a friend of ours for a bit before going back home. Then he got a really bad feeling that I was in trouble......

The next day we drove by the old house and the screen door was hanging by one hinge.....The bottom one...... We didnt stop.

[ 06-19-2002, 09:59 AM: Message edited by: Earthdog ]

I always forget my dreams the second I wake up...

I have never dreamt in black and white dude.It has always been color.No matter what.Everything in my dreams are right.Down to the flesh colors,to scars,to the color of my friends' eyes.

EDIT:I also feel pain in my dreams.Ow.

[ 06-19-2002, 12:13 PM: Message edited by: SomeGuy ]

Earthdog, go have a talk with Lord Shield about dreams on MSN sometime soon...

I think the strangest one I ever had was the one in which I dreamed that my classmates and I were pulling Christmas crackers in our school's gym hall, and out of the crackers came nothing less than fresh vomit. I woke up at 4am and burst into laughter at my own insanity.

[ 06-19-2002, 07:28 PM: Message edited by: Arledrian ]

<font color=Orange>Well, I would too. You have a strange mind</font>