I kind of felt like I was watching a movie.
I was in Africa. There was a large armored vehicle. I was driving it through a long dirt road, with mud in places. I was stuck. Large wheels, kind of like a monster truck. It reminded me of a Warthog, off of Halo, but much larger. I was stuck once, but then I pulsed the accelerator and freed myself.
The road was long. Trees were at each side. Dirt- red orange dirt, made up the landscape, and road. And at the end of the road, I took a left. And I felt that someone might be after me, or might attack me somewhere, going with the theme that I was driving that particular armored, off road vehicle. There was a store there. It was a store with many things. Clothing. Food, perhaps. A large television in one of the aisles, which was playing a Terminator movie. There was a girl working there. Not African. She seemed to be Serbian, or something- or that's what she said she was (but looking at "Serbian women" in google, I could find no representative... Though I don't feel like I see Germans or Irish or English that really represent me, either). That was the location I felt, from her words. Her eyes were blue, and she was dark brown haired. Beautiful. Sexy. Another customer came and got something- also a White person. He was shorter than me, and had a shaved head. I was on my guard. I delayed checking out, and started looking around again. I think I was buying some dry, clean clothes.
The girl seemed to enjoy my company, and as I stuck around longer, asked me if I'd like to get a drink with her- a coke. I wasn't opposed to sticking around, but I didn't really want a coke (though, I did, but I didn't). Before she left to get one, which was outside perhaps in a machine, I kissed her on her forehead, and she fell back, not violently, but fell to the floor, as if someone might if they were "taken aback" with feeling. I was surprised how it seemed to effect her. She was so beautiful.
From here on, she seemed to accept me as potentially something more. I was going to see her again, I think. I wanted to. But on a map, perhaps this was before, I pointed to Cairo. It felt I was South- pretty far South. I said I needed to get to Cairo, Egypt, and seemed to have trouble saying them both.
That's about the end that I remember, of that dream. There were others, but some were violent, and I don't really have a linear way to talk about the others.
Dream girls. I have had quite a few dreams where I meet a girl, and I wish she was real, when I woke up. If only I could get over real girls as easily. Or put them in the right category, of "not able to get".
I was in Africa. There was a large armored vehicle. I was driving it through a long dirt road, with mud in places. I was stuck. Large wheels, kind of like a monster truck. It reminded me of a Warthog, off of Halo, but much larger. I was stuck once, but then I pulsed the accelerator and freed myself.
The road was long. Trees were at each side. Dirt- red orange dirt, made up the landscape, and road. And at the end of the road, I took a left. And I felt that someone might be after me, or might attack me somewhere, going with the theme that I was driving that particular armored, off road vehicle. There was a store there. It was a store with many things. Clothing. Food, perhaps. A large television in one of the aisles, which was playing a Terminator movie. There was a girl working there. Not African. She seemed to be Serbian, or something- or that's what she said she was (but looking at "Serbian women" in google, I could find no representative... Though I don't feel like I see Germans or Irish or English that really represent me, either). That was the location I felt, from her words. Her eyes were blue, and she was dark brown haired. Beautiful. Sexy. Another customer came and got something- also a White person. He was shorter than me, and had a shaved head. I was on my guard. I delayed checking out, and started looking around again. I think I was buying some dry, clean clothes.
The girl seemed to enjoy my company, and as I stuck around longer, asked me if I'd like to get a drink with her- a coke. I wasn't opposed to sticking around, but I didn't really want a coke (though, I did, but I didn't). Before she left to get one, which was outside perhaps in a machine, I kissed her on her forehead, and she fell back, not violently, but fell to the floor, as if someone might if they were "taken aback" with feeling. I was surprised how it seemed to effect her. She was so beautiful.
From here on, she seemed to accept me as potentially something more. I was going to see her again, I think. I wanted to. But on a map, perhaps this was before, I pointed to Cairo. It felt I was South- pretty far South. I said I needed to get to Cairo, Egypt, and seemed to have trouble saying them both.
That's about the end that I remember, of that dream. There were others, but some were violent, and I don't really have a linear way to talk about the others.
Dream girls. I have had quite a few dreams where I meet a girl, and I wish she was real, when I woke up. If only I could get over real girls as easily. Or put them in the right category, of "not able to get".