im having re-occurring dreams with large amounts of bubble gum stuck in my mouth, sometimes theres so much i cant fully breathe properly. Usually no matter how hard i try to get all the bubble gum out, it just self - replinishes.
I've had many dreams in the past with objects filling, over flowing or cracking sensations in my mouth. What is my sub-concious mind tryin to tell me ??
i read an dream article of a similar situation to mine. They think the hard time of removing bubble gums represents the stalled progressed of hardwork going no where.
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
For the past couple nights, my dreams have contained my father and brother Tory. The only possible reason i could see this happening is because of the planned trip this November.
This dream is pretty blurry , i only remember bits and pieces. It almost feels like part II , to my nap time dream after turkey lunch yesterday.
Tory and I are up in the club, but i cant remember anything popping off in there. However, i do feel we had a feel dis-agreements.
Some sort of altercations in the apartment building hallways with a bunch of white girls, i think they stole something from me and i was trying to retrieve it, sill bitches ran down into the lobby and i had to chase them.
On are way home, i was double checking are room, and found all sorts of things in the grand piano, this is second time a grand piano has been a compartment for little items. One item that stood out was my dads Gold lighter i remember as a child. Did i have the intention of giving it back or keeping it for my self.
Playing sports with a bunch of scouts taking our skills in, what does this represent ?
This dream is pretty blurry , i only remember bits and pieces. It almost feels like part II , to my nap time dream after turkey lunch yesterday.
Tory and I are up in the club, but i cant remember anything popping off in there. However, i do feel we had a feel dis-agreements.
Some sort of altercations in the apartment building hallways with a bunch of white girls, i think they stole something from me and i was trying to retrieve it, sill bitches ran down into the lobby and i had to chase them.
On are way home, i was double checking are room, and found all sorts of things in the grand piano, this is second time a grand piano has been a compartment for little items. One item that stood out was my dads Gold lighter i remember as a child. Did i have the intention of giving it back or keeping it for my self.
Playing sports with a bunch of scouts taking our skills in, what does this represent ?
Monday, October 12, 2009
noontime nap:
it feel like im in the southern parts of USA , maybe a flash back of our family vacation along the eastern seaboard. I was with dad looking for tory, he was late and didnt show up to the meeting location, as we left the parking lot a red volvo came zooming in, i knew it was him and yes it turned out to be him.
Tory wanted a bike to get around town so we went to bike shop that "happen" to be right there. We went in and i immediately noticed my bike partly dis-assembled. I was like WTFFFFFF!!! The owner showed me a letter from the "original owner" stating it was his, and had the serial number to prove it. So they cut the bike and brought it back to there shop for further investigation. I arugued for a while and thought about just grabbing the bike and running off, but knew that would lead to nothing in my benefit.
I'm awoken by the arguing of mom and sis , the massive turkey lunch mess is crushin em
it feel like im in the southern parts of USA , maybe a flash back of our family vacation along the eastern seaboard. I was with dad looking for tory, he was late and didnt show up to the meeting location, as we left the parking lot a red volvo came zooming in, i knew it was him and yes it turned out to be him.
Tory wanted a bike to get around town so we went to bike shop that "happen" to be right there. We went in and i immediately noticed my bike partly dis-assembled. I was like WTFFFFFF!!! The owner showed me a letter from the "original owner" stating it was his, and had the serial number to prove it. So they cut the bike and brought it back to there shop for further investigation. I arugued for a while and thought about just grabbing the bike and running off, but knew that would lead to nothing in my benefit.
I'm awoken by the arguing of mom and sis , the massive turkey lunch mess is crushin em
Monday, September 21, 2009
as i look out my back window, i can see all the garages are being transformed into brand new 2 story houses, my mom is so happy.
its winter outside and im going to play some high stakes poker, i arrive and were playing online, the stakes are 1/2 online and every villain keeps raising 5xbb for some reason im playing scared money and just keep folding every time. Eventually i say fuck it, and just leave.
its winter outside and im going to play some high stakes poker, i arrive and were playing online, the stakes are 1/2 online and every villain keeps raising 5xbb for some reason im playing scared money and just keep folding every time. Eventually i say fuck it, and just leave.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
quick nap
was training in a brand new gym that reminded me of my sisters old gymnastics gym in Mississauga, a lot of new faces.
Was confronted by a group of guys i supposedly beat up, they were gonna fuck me up, but i talked my way out of it.
friends in dream: Jamal, Ahjan , Stephanie
Was confronted by a group of guys i supposedly beat up, they were gonna fuck me up, but i talked my way out of it.
friends in dream: Jamal, Ahjan , Stephanie
Saturday, September 19, 2009
LUCID DREAMING
After years and years of lucid dreaming, i have had some extremely wild and adventurous dreams, imagine you craziest day, then multiply that by 1000, seriously.
Anyway i thought it would be a good idea to keep a dream blog, and write/save down my nights dreams when i wake up. I'll be able to look back in the future and see how really crazy i am, or unique ?? Almost everyone i've talked to never dreams and/or cant remember their dreams. Maybe the human mind wasn't designed to remember are dreams so we cant induce self trauma.
I embrace this gift and should be thank full i can enter and control my self in a whole new world my mind manifests within it self.
I was in some sort of vampire kingdom/society and every body was awaiting the arrivial of a higher figure ( some sort of vampire god, or something along those lines) i could really feel the energy of everyone, the anticipation was high, spirits were high. The actually kingdom it self was really elegant, reminded me of the Royal York Hotel by union station or some sort of modern castle. I remember going into one room with Justin and it literally had hundreds of blunts bongs and every design of weed baggies all packed ontop of a grand piano with tiny compartments. That sight alone, gave me the feeling of a kid walking into Toys R' Us with a platinum credit card.
This part of the dream seems blurry and clouded much harder to remember all the details. There was a huge pool everybody was chillen swimming, Brian was there, we got out , somebody pulled out a gun and i tried to stop him, he shot me 3 times in the crotch,we scrambled and i got the gun and shot him and the accomplice, no survivors. All i could think of after was GET MY SELF TO A HOSPITAL, i could feel the burning of the shots.
friends in dreams: Justin, Brian, Jonathan
Anyway i thought it would be a good idea to keep a dream blog, and write/save down my nights dreams when i wake up. I'll be able to look back in the future and see how really crazy i am, or unique ?? Almost everyone i've talked to never dreams and/or cant remember their dreams. Maybe the human mind wasn't designed to remember are dreams so we cant induce self trauma.
I embrace this gift and should be thank full i can enter and control my self in a whole new world my mind manifests within it self.
I was in some sort of vampire kingdom/society and every body was awaiting the arrivial of a higher figure ( some sort of vampire god, or something along those lines) i could really feel the energy of everyone, the anticipation was high, spirits were high. The actually kingdom it self was really elegant, reminded me of the Royal York Hotel by union station or some sort of modern castle. I remember going into one room with Justin and it literally had hundreds of blunts bongs and every design of weed baggies all packed ontop of a grand piano with tiny compartments. That sight alone, gave me the feeling of a kid walking into Toys R' Us with a platinum credit card.
This part of the dream seems blurry and clouded much harder to remember all the details. There was a huge pool everybody was chillen swimming, Brian was there, we got out , somebody pulled out a gun and i tried to stop him, he shot me 3 times in the crotch,we scrambled and i got the gun and shot him and the accomplice, no survivors. All i could think of after was GET MY SELF TO A HOSPITAL, i could feel the burning of the shots.
friends in dreams: Justin, Brian, Jonathan
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