I was a courier. There were many more couriors than normal in and out of the place I went to. There were cones at the entrance and across the road, and I sped in and seemed to come close to hitting someone. Not close, but they were also driving. Theresa- a girl who worked at my old company has just recently started working for us. This is the same client I have served for awhile, since I was with the other company. I switched over because they went to this company. For some reason I was sticking around there for a good amount of time. I remember Theresa holding a baby. Recently in life she introduced me to her "baby"- a dog. The baby she was holding looked like a newborn. Someone else was holding it at first, wrapped up tightly in blankets. There was also seemingly a cracked egg, on a neckless (?). It was brown/ruddy. The newborn baby spoke with a grown man's voice, with knowledge about something.
I was waiting at the hub where we pick up. Usually John does this, waiting for orders to come in. My route goes really far south, so I don't handle many of the local deliveries, as I am gone for at least 6 hours, usually. But this night in this dream, I was back at midnight. And I'd usually go home... But I didn't. And there was Pizza there. And this seemed common that John or I think it was John, would buy pizza, and leave it out for everyone. I remember in some part of the dream, before, I ate pizza, and drank beer even. Like my treatment had worked and I could tolerate these foods. I remember going to the grocery and picking up this rolled up pizza that was in the frozen/cold section, but was ready and warm. I was still hesitant to eat this pizza, that John got. The Cheese, mainly. Dairy was is of my worst allergies. I took a piece of pepperoni, somewhat smaller than the others, and laid it on top of the cheese pizza, which was laying on top of the pepperoni. The pizza was Pizza Hut, or Pizza King. And then, I remember going to the bathroom. And suddenly I was in John's van, in his passengers seat, going there. Like there was a toilet in that position. And I seemed to be down the road from the hub where I pick up. Everything was coming out fine but then I felt a sort of block happens and I felt I might have to reach down there and pull it out. Then I just stopped going. I may have woke up feeling like I really had to go, but didn't really have to.
Perhaps when I went back to sleep I remember being with family. And once again eating and drinking things I normally wouldn't. Or on the verge. The pizza, before, I had one bite. And nothing bad happened. But I fear it.
I was in a parking lot of a block of stores adjacent to where a family who I worked for in one block also had another store. I worked at their natural foods store, and this was like a greeting card and party store. Jeff- the owner, was sitting outside. I am in debt to them, and they don't know. I never fully paid my tab from when I worked with them. I have a hard time paying it because I don't want to seem awkward. Right now its kind of lose lose. Here, I had gum in my mouth. A lot of gum. And I started to choke, about. And I think I almost reached in to grab it. But I may have swallowed it. Or became unconscious. Family was near, but some distance. I think some people may have been on their way to assist me.
Was with family. At my grandmas. Drugs seemed to be involved. I found a website/blog by looking at a map. There was a white area, where you could hover over it, in something like Google Maps, and the white was made up of blocks. The first one I landed on, it was like synchronicity. My ex girlfriends father, one who really liked me, for whatever reason, had written things. The timing seemed around the time Alisha, an ex, would have received a message asking her to marry me. There were pictures of her, I think, and then I saw above, and this was surprising, pictures of my family... A family picture at my deceased Grandmas, where we were. Each blog entry was marked with a picture of him. I was really curious how he got the picture of us. That Alisha may have given it to him, but was curious why I mattered to him. And that maybe I misjudged how much Alisha was into me. I seemed to lose the page. Then found it. And after the date that she received the message and I sort of reneged, there was a picture of her Jeep... Her red Jeep, wrecked. Windows all shattered, but intact. Cracks spreading out from points. In one. Others fractured and opaque. Then I lost the page, and kept trying to find it... Searching maps around Henderson, TN. The white areas. I wasn't having much luck. I wanted to study. Reflect.
My family went out. The lost page was still on my mind. We went to the market... Seemingly a Whole Foods. And my brother we ran I to an in my dream old good friend of his, that he had to separate from. The friend was working there. And better off. So was my brother. And my brother was a lot fatter before. This guy maybe too. And looked better now. He was arranging produce. They seemed to be partners back then.
Outside... My mom was going to buy beer for young girls, near a Rally's. This is out of character. And they had someone old enough anyways. Mom said she couldn't then.
I found a caterpillar, when we were somewhere. It was green, and large. And I kept scooping it up in a small glass jar- letting it crawl in, to put it outside. But it was smart, and kept coming back in. I commented to my mother, about it. And referenced moths or butterflies. Their complexity. And I saw eyes on it looking back and forth... Surveying, aware. Then, it was full grown cat. I wondered if it was a mimic. If I should worry about it, it coming from something like an insect. But it was very much a cat. Long haired. Grayish with black hair, and perhaps a hint of the green caterpillar it came from. It used its claws on me... but like a normal cat, didn't seem bent on really hurting me.
Somewhere with lots of people, my hand felt swollen in the palm. Painful. I saw a splinter. I applied pressure below it and pushed forward, and it popped out clean, but with pus and a translucent red goo attached, mostly on one end. I seemed to be another person, but me. Like I was watching a movie. Experiencing the thought and feeling of another perhaps. The splinter became large. And firm. About an inch long, and black. I stuck it in the eye of a man, and killed him I think. I was simultaneously simply me as a witness and knew what happened. But it was also separate. But the splinter also had a purpose. Did the man die? I forget. I know it was snuck in as a splinter. Or that's what I deduced. And men were wearing hats. Top hat like. But the smaller top hat. And rounded.
Then there was a certain regression. I remembered how my mother and a friend of hers became friends. And how I and perhaps my sister and brother became friends with some others, through my mothers friendship. I saw us as children.
Then I started trying to find Randy, Alisha's dad. I physically went to these places on the map and asked about him. Two men seemed to know who he was. They got information. I found out he used drugs. And it seems Alisha told me, or someone associated, here, that he used drugs up until she was born. He seemed a wild one. And I was jealous. How wild he could be, and how rich he had become. How healthy. I continued searching, and found myself in some house. Nobody was home. But then they were. Many cushions. Blue was a major color. They seemed to be expecting me. And I was there to rememeber. My own history.
And this seemed in the future, but I was my same age. And a cop pulled over for no reason when I was on the side of a road. Dirt. Red dirt, it seems. Orange. Maybe. Lots of trees around. Like Gatlinburg area or close. The cop seemed as if I did nothing wrong, but ordered a who gang of guys to beat me. I had memory of this happening to others. But I had done nothing, except maybe I didn't do something that would mean I call myself subordinate? Or lay down. So they beat me. Around 20 of them. And this happened many times. They seemed to be like the "unsullied" in the Game of Thrones show. Light darker skinned. The cop was closest to the leader one... I don't remember his name.
There was a place of work. Cutting wood. I was disobedient. I didn't feel I should have to do what they tell me to.
Then I ran. I ran, around a block. I was in my vibram five finger shoes. I seemed to be able to run easily. Then I was running in a marathon. And at a... stoplight I got behind the girl I was competing with. And she got ahead because cars were blocking my way to turn... I had to wait. But then I was in a car. And so was she. And I couldn't break the speed limit too much. And I saw red dirt. Red clay. Going down a hill. The road seeemed cut into quite a lot of it. Then there was water, which I drove through slowly. Quite a lot. A river overflowing. But it was shallow. And clear. On the other side, or still in, a man, Black, was walking.
I was waiting at the hub where we pick up. Usually John does this, waiting for orders to come in. My route goes really far south, so I don't handle many of the local deliveries, as I am gone for at least 6 hours, usually. But this night in this dream, I was back at midnight. And I'd usually go home... But I didn't. And there was Pizza there. And this seemed common that John or I think it was John, would buy pizza, and leave it out for everyone. I remember in some part of the dream, before, I ate pizza, and drank beer even. Like my treatment had worked and I could tolerate these foods. I remember going to the grocery and picking up this rolled up pizza that was in the frozen/cold section, but was ready and warm. I was still hesitant to eat this pizza, that John got. The Cheese, mainly. Dairy was is of my worst allergies. I took a piece of pepperoni, somewhat smaller than the others, and laid it on top of the cheese pizza, which was laying on top of the pepperoni. The pizza was Pizza Hut, or Pizza King. And then, I remember going to the bathroom. And suddenly I was in John's van, in his passengers seat, going there. Like there was a toilet in that position. And I seemed to be down the road from the hub where I pick up. Everything was coming out fine but then I felt a sort of block happens and I felt I might have to reach down there and pull it out. Then I just stopped going. I may have woke up feeling like I really had to go, but didn't really have to.
Perhaps when I went back to sleep I remember being with family. And once again eating and drinking things I normally wouldn't. Or on the verge. The pizza, before, I had one bite. And nothing bad happened. But I fear it.
I was in a parking lot of a block of stores adjacent to where a family who I worked for in one block also had another store. I worked at their natural foods store, and this was like a greeting card and party store. Jeff- the owner, was sitting outside. I am in debt to them, and they don't know. I never fully paid my tab from when I worked with them. I have a hard time paying it because I don't want to seem awkward. Right now its kind of lose lose. Here, I had gum in my mouth. A lot of gum. And I started to choke, about. And I think I almost reached in to grab it. But I may have swallowed it. Or became unconscious. Family was near, but some distance. I think some people may have been on their way to assist me.
Was with family. At my grandmas. Drugs seemed to be involved. I found a website/blog by looking at a map. There was a white area, where you could hover over it, in something like Google Maps, and the white was made up of blocks. The first one I landed on, it was like synchronicity. My ex girlfriends father, one who really liked me, for whatever reason, had written things. The timing seemed around the time Alisha, an ex, would have received a message asking her to marry me. There were pictures of her, I think, and then I saw above, and this was surprising, pictures of my family... A family picture at my deceased Grandmas, where we were. Each blog entry was marked with a picture of him. I was really curious how he got the picture of us. That Alisha may have given it to him, but was curious why I mattered to him. And that maybe I misjudged how much Alisha was into me. I seemed to lose the page. Then found it. And after the date that she received the message and I sort of reneged, there was a picture of her Jeep... Her red Jeep, wrecked. Windows all shattered, but intact. Cracks spreading out from points. In one. Others fractured and opaque. Then I lost the page, and kept trying to find it... Searching maps around Henderson, TN. The white areas. I wasn't having much luck. I wanted to study. Reflect.
My family went out. The lost page was still on my mind. We went to the market... Seemingly a Whole Foods. And my brother we ran I to an in my dream old good friend of his, that he had to separate from. The friend was working there. And better off. So was my brother. And my brother was a lot fatter before. This guy maybe too. And looked better now. He was arranging produce. They seemed to be partners back then.
Outside... My mom was going to buy beer for young girls, near a Rally's. This is out of character. And they had someone old enough anyways. Mom said she couldn't then.
I found a caterpillar, when we were somewhere. It was green, and large. And I kept scooping it up in a small glass jar- letting it crawl in, to put it outside. But it was smart, and kept coming back in. I commented to my mother, about it. And referenced moths or butterflies. Their complexity. And I saw eyes on it looking back and forth... Surveying, aware. Then, it was full grown cat. I wondered if it was a mimic. If I should worry about it, it coming from something like an insect. But it was very much a cat. Long haired. Grayish with black hair, and perhaps a hint of the green caterpillar it came from. It used its claws on me... but like a normal cat, didn't seem bent on really hurting me.
Somewhere with lots of people, my hand felt swollen in the palm. Painful. I saw a splinter. I applied pressure below it and pushed forward, and it popped out clean, but with pus and a translucent red goo attached, mostly on one end. I seemed to be another person, but me. Like I was watching a movie. Experiencing the thought and feeling of another perhaps. The splinter became large. And firm. About an inch long, and black. I stuck it in the eye of a man, and killed him I think. I was simultaneously simply me as a witness and knew what happened. But it was also separate. But the splinter also had a purpose. Did the man die? I forget. I know it was snuck in as a splinter. Or that's what I deduced. And men were wearing hats. Top hat like. But the smaller top hat. And rounded.
Then there was a certain regression. I remembered how my mother and a friend of hers became friends. And how I and perhaps my sister and brother became friends with some others, through my mothers friendship. I saw us as children.
Then I started trying to find Randy, Alisha's dad. I physically went to these places on the map and asked about him. Two men seemed to know who he was. They got information. I found out he used drugs. And it seems Alisha told me, or someone associated, here, that he used drugs up until she was born. He seemed a wild one. And I was jealous. How wild he could be, and how rich he had become. How healthy. I continued searching, and found myself in some house. Nobody was home. But then they were. Many cushions. Blue was a major color. They seemed to be expecting me. And I was there to rememeber. My own history.
And this seemed in the future, but I was my same age. And a cop pulled over for no reason when I was on the side of a road. Dirt. Red dirt, it seems. Orange. Maybe. Lots of trees around. Like Gatlinburg area or close. The cop seemed as if I did nothing wrong, but ordered a who gang of guys to beat me. I had memory of this happening to others. But I had done nothing, except maybe I didn't do something that would mean I call myself subordinate? Or lay down. So they beat me. Around 20 of them. And this happened many times. They seemed to be like the "unsullied" in the Game of Thrones show. Light darker skinned. The cop was closest to the leader one... I don't remember his name.
There was a place of work. Cutting wood. I was disobedient. I didn't feel I should have to do what they tell me to.
Then I ran. I ran, around a block. I was in my vibram five finger shoes. I seemed to be able to run easily. Then I was running in a marathon. And at a... stoplight I got behind the girl I was competing with. And she got ahead because cars were blocking my way to turn... I had to wait. But then I was in a car. And so was she. And I couldn't break the speed limit too much. And I saw red dirt. Red clay. Going down a hill. The road seeemed cut into quite a lot of it. Then there was water, which I drove through slowly. Quite a lot. A river overflowing. But it was shallow. And clear. On the other side, or still in, a man, Black, was walking.