Middle of the night; Specifically 3:25 am
May 3rd, 2012
Providenciales, TCI
A normal Christmas day to some, but a wild Christmas party happening at Club Med! The village is packed with guests as a huge stage show is underway for this festive day. However things are different here at this resort.
A "24" camera crew is in the village interviewing all of the GO staff. Word is that this crew is connected to the President itself and other highly intelligent agencies. Their film crew is small, but the attractive petite blonde that interviews everyone is making good rounds and getting great footage for her 'show'.
Blondie approaches me in the middle of the dance floor. Without saying much, she pulls out a small item and places it in my ear. The quick pain I feel is deterred by my initial reaction to dig at the item. I get a bit of my nail under it as it quickly bonds to the inside of my ear. I ask her if she had done that to everyone and an affirmative reply is shot back at me. I tell her that I would have probably agreed anyway had she warned me, then quickly flee to my room.
I try to avoid as many people as possible on my way to my lavish 4th Floor living quarters. I enter the lobby and attempt to take the elevator to my room. It is not working so I am left with a 4 floor stair climb. Upon reaching the floor, I am completely oblivious to where my room is; I check the two sides and nothing seems familiar. I search and search and finally just return to the main lobby.
All the while, I have been picking at the item in my ear and have managed to get it completely out of my ear. It seems as though I have damaged some of my innards by doing so. Anyways, I start my best 'hulking out' impression in the lobby and finish by putting on the silver gorilla mask from my backpack on and leaving the place in a fitting manner.
I find myself awake in a room. This room was even smaller than an actual GO room at Club Med Turkoise. My mother opens my room door and says "You were born from magic and not science". I make my way to the door and see her attempting to knock and open my brother's door which is in the small hallway separating our rooms. My brother does not answer the door and I head back to my room.
I am now in the middle of nowhere with the petite blonde rushing at me with a syringe in hand. This is starting to get too much for me, and I choose to leave the astral plane. I feel that is wants to bring me back with each restless doze.
What an imagination?
(I stay awake to document this vivid dream as I have only been sleeping for less than 3 hours: time is now 3:54am)
Thursday, 3 May 2012
Sunday, 29 April 2012
Dream # 8
Night of April 28, 2012
Providenciales, TCI
Life on a resort. I work in the pool doing aerobic exercises. Normal day schedule ensues and a dance around the pool is initiated.
I am then informed that it is my time to depart and that I must go immediately. I rush to my room located on the top floor to pack my things. On my way there, I am told that they have already packed my things. All good with me as I just head to depart. As I am departing, my replacement is arriving. I can make out that his name is Orlando and that he exudes an immature persona and looks like Jamie Kennedy in Malibu's Most Wanted.
Hollywood Ending?
Wednesday, 14 December 2011
DREAM # 7
Near the end of November
Turks & Caicos Islands
I delayed to write about this dream.
It was significantly eerie as the world was inhabited by two types of clones. Ones like Captain America and ones like a stealth soldier garbed in all black.
I sat on top of a house and watched as the impending attack came in. As the waves of fighters collided, I ran off to seek the source of the madness. On my way to the source, a black limo stops my progress and out comes a lengthy man with an unrealistic face. A quick exchange of words and then 3 soldiers come out of the limo and attack me. My reaction time was sharp and I was able to disarm one and kill all three in the process.
Sunlight.
What the?
Turks & Caicos Islands
I delayed to write about this dream.
It was significantly eerie as the world was inhabited by two types of clones. Ones like Captain America and ones like a stealth soldier garbed in all black.
I sat on top of a house and watched as the impending attack came in. As the waves of fighters collided, I ran off to seek the source of the madness. On my way to the source, a black limo stops my progress and out comes a lengthy man with an unrealistic face. A quick exchange of words and then 3 soldiers come out of the limo and attack me. My reaction time was sharp and I was able to disarm one and kill all three in the process.
Sunlight.
What the?
Friday, 18 November 2011
DREAM # 6
Night of November 17th, 2011
Providenciales, Turks & Caicos
Strap yourself in, I hope I can explain this clearly. This dream was a two or three part series.
I was on my way back home to California. Everything felt so real and I was excited to be arriving. Upon my return, I was only met with bad news as two of my old friends had been declared dead. The shock vibrated through my body and I can feel the flow of tears developing.
I woke for a bit and went back to sleep.
My next connection to the astral plane continued from this story line. A group of us were going to a night club to party in the city. When we get to the door, I am shocked to see my once proclaimed deceased friend awaiting our arrival. It is here that I can now fully understand that I am dreaming.
We enter the club and it is packed with familiar and unfamiliar faces. Sifting through the crowd, I find myself watching as a person?thing? is performing what seems to be a dance ritual. His/her motions were nothing short of entrancing and the objects that surrounded her were rather intriguing. This is where I felt I needed to take action. The ritual being performed seemed very voodoo like and I did not like its essence. I ran towards the performer and wrecked the displayed artifacts that surrounded it. A loud yelp rushed through the place and the whole world transformed into a renaissance-like setting.
I bolt out of the open area and morph into a bird of prey to flee the scene. The thing pursuing is leaving a wake of destruction but can't seem to focus it's energy. I rest in a high building hanging to see the pursuer and camoflauge into the brick and adobe building. I realize that it is about that time to leave and I use my parkour skills to get into a room near the top of the building. I tap a sleeping monk and we both run together through the room of scripture writers as others follow our lead. We run into the open and all transform into birds and fly off into the sky. The flight is easy and the perspective of flying is the feeling I miss the most. The sky itself produces some color and its formation is in the shape of the greater United States.
Is it time to go home?
Providenciales, Turks & Caicos
Strap yourself in, I hope I can explain this clearly. This dream was a two or three part series.
I was on my way back home to California. Everything felt so real and I was excited to be arriving. Upon my return, I was only met with bad news as two of my old friends had been declared dead. The shock vibrated through my body and I can feel the flow of tears developing.
I woke for a bit and went back to sleep.
My next connection to the astral plane continued from this story line. A group of us were going to a night club to party in the city. When we get to the door, I am shocked to see my once proclaimed deceased friend awaiting our arrival. It is here that I can now fully understand that I am dreaming.
We enter the club and it is packed with familiar and unfamiliar faces. Sifting through the crowd, I find myself watching as a person?thing? is performing what seems to be a dance ritual. His/her motions were nothing short of entrancing and the objects that surrounded her were rather intriguing. This is where I felt I needed to take action. The ritual being performed seemed very voodoo like and I did not like its essence. I ran towards the performer and wrecked the displayed artifacts that surrounded it. A loud yelp rushed through the place and the whole world transformed into a renaissance-like setting.
I bolt out of the open area and morph into a bird of prey to flee the scene. The thing pursuing is leaving a wake of destruction but can't seem to focus it's energy. I rest in a high building hanging to see the pursuer and camoflauge into the brick and adobe building. I realize that it is about that time to leave and I use my parkour skills to get into a room near the top of the building. I tap a sleeping monk and we both run together through the room of scripture writers as others follow our lead. We run into the open and all transform into birds and fly off into the sky. The flight is easy and the perspective of flying is the feeling I miss the most. The sky itself produces some color and its formation is in the shape of the greater United States.
Is it time to go home?
Thursday, 10 November 2011
DREAM # 5
Night of November 9, 2011
Providenciales, Turks & Caicos
A night of entertainment as I watch a really good dance show from the front row. Then, I find my room backpack and room keys. I ride the wrong elevator but enjoy the very fast ride and high destination. That's all folks.
How looney?
Providenciales, Turks & Caicos
A night of entertainment as I watch a really good dance show from the front row. Then, I find my room backpack and room keys. I ride the wrong elevator but enjoy the very fast ride and high destination. That's all folks.
How looney?
Sunday, 6 November 2011
DREAM # 4
Night of November 5, 2011
Queens, New York
The stroll of the city was unique as every building was a church of a certain denomination. Although the streets were crowded with individuals, nobody was looking up at the buildings. Instead they were just focused on where they were headed.
**Insert Question Here**
Queens, New York
The stroll of the city was unique as every building was a church of a certain denomination. Although the streets were crowded with individuals, nobody was looking up at the buildings. Instead they were just focused on where they were headed.
**Insert Question Here**
Saturday, 5 November 2011
DREAM #3
Night of November 4, 2011
Queens, New York
A nice, refreshing day out in the city. My lonely stroll is enjoyable as I just take the sights in. And then it hits me, I know where I am!
I know that I am in a dream so I start doing the improbable. I want to 'Hulk Out', and so I proceed to run into the middle of the street against the oncoming traffic. I patiently wait for the impact and proceed to try to punch the cars away as they approach. Trouble is they keep swerving out of the way and I cannot get a clean shot on a vehicle. I am starting to get frustrated and try running into them at a faster rate but they still dodge my Pacquaio haymakers. I get frustrated and continue on my way.
I find some open space and decide that I want to try flying. I prepare myself for ascent and slowly catch the rhythm to launch. My second try is successful and I am airborne over the small buildings. I am moving at a very slow pace but I am glad that I am flying again!
Now that I am flying, I am alerted about a criminal activity. I think, "Do I really have to help here?" Well, I proceed to see the bald assailants and they scurry away while dropping diamonds behind them.
What's next?
Queens, New York
A nice, refreshing day out in the city. My lonely stroll is enjoyable as I just take the sights in. And then it hits me, I know where I am!
I know that I am in a dream so I start doing the improbable. I want to 'Hulk Out', and so I proceed to run into the middle of the street against the oncoming traffic. I patiently wait for the impact and proceed to try to punch the cars away as they approach. Trouble is they keep swerving out of the way and I cannot get a clean shot on a vehicle. I am starting to get frustrated and try running into them at a faster rate but they still dodge my Pacquaio haymakers. I get frustrated and continue on my way.
I find some open space and decide that I want to try flying. I prepare myself for ascent and slowly catch the rhythm to launch. My second try is successful and I am airborne over the small buildings. I am moving at a very slow pace but I am glad that I am flying again!
Now that I am flying, I am alerted about a criminal activity. I think, "Do I really have to help here?" Well, I proceed to see the bald assailants and they scurry away while dropping diamonds behind them.
What's next?
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