My Dreams:
Primarily, I have these dreams, that are in no way realistic. They are similar to trips I have had, but then again, are in no way the same. There is no real way to explain them, except to be there, and to visualize what is actually happening.
During said dreams, not only do I visualize things out of this world, but I feel everything that would happen, as if it were real. I get punched, I feel pain. Something is covering my mouth, I can't breath. Some girl is leaving my life, I feel emotional.
It is something I would like to experiment with, but there is no easy way to regulate everything that happens. There is no way to predict when they will occur, and it appears as though when I anticipate a dream's occurrence, they don't occur.
I hope you enjoy reading, because I've got a mouthful in each blog about my dreams.
The 3rd edition of: What lies in Tex's head.
Posted 08-16-2008 at 04:23 PM by Tex
August 14, 2008 - August 15, 2008
Dream 3:
Scene 1:
*The scene starts out with me and an old friend, nearing a place that we plan to pull a heist at. The place is merely a home, so this would just be your standard, residential burglary.
There is a main hall leading straight from the door, to the rest of the house, and an entrance to a room on the left and right. In the left there is an entrance to a set of stairs, while in the right, there is a living room, with a big-screen t.v. and the works around it.
*The scene starts out with me and an old friend, nearing a place that we plan to pull a heist at. The place is merely a home, so this would just be your standard, residential burglary.
"Are you ready?" I ask him.We both get this shit-eatin-grin on our face. We walk casually in the front door, as though we owned the place. Looking around the front part of this large house, there appears to be people here, but no near us at this moment.
"I think the question is, are you ready?" He replies.
There is a main hall leading straight from the door, to the rest of the house, and an entrance to a room on the left and right. In the left there is an entrance to a set of stairs, while in the right, there is a living room, with a big-screen t.v. and the works around it.
"Do you see this gold mine?" He whispers to me.The china cabinets were in the main entrance of the house, kind of idiotically, like "Hey burglars, come have some goodies." Inside the cabinets, was a luxury of riches. It felt like winning the lottery just staring at them...I opened the door to the cabinet...Anticipating some sort of alarm. None. I quickly started hording all the jewels/gems/etc into my duffel bag. It was almost an expressive way of me letting out all my hatred for things in this world, and letting in all the good...or so, that's how it felt."..." I'm in shock...Looking at the china-cabinets, I feel our lucky day has come.
As soon as I empty the two china cabinets, I leave that room, and head for the upstairs. It's apparent there are people up there. I look quickly around for my partner-in-chrime...He's nowhere to be found. I press on.
Upstairs, there is a small hallway, which leads to three rooms, one on the right, one at the end, one on the left. There is a group of people on the left room, sitting around a table, smoking a blunt. I drop the bag outside the room, in a spot where no one is able to see it. I walk up casually.
"What is going on in here?" I ask.They bass the blunt to me. I haven't the slightest bit of a problem tokin' with em."Oh, you know man...We just chillin...Smokin'...Tokin'...You know..." Says one of the guys in the circle.
"So, who are you exactly?" They asked.There was one guy, just starin' me down. I knew he had a hint that I wasn't anyone who was invited...I take a few tokes off the blunt...While we stare eachother down."Oh, I know the one chick." I said so casually, they accepted it.
"Well, I should get going boys. I have some business to attend to...You know how that goes." I say.I then walked down stairs, to the main entrance. My partner was standing there, with two duffel-bags full."Awwww shit, son, you know we do." replies one of the gangsters.
"Where the fuck have you been?!" He asks while staring me down on my way over to him."Dude, these guys are morons...I just smoked a blunt with them." I reply."Man, fuck you dude," he says.
He knew I was right...We walked down the main hallway, snagging little trinkets on the way out. We then exited the back door."Shutup, you know you would have smoked the blunt too." I reply.
Scene 2:
*The entire scene is a run through this neighborhood.
The backward to this house was short lived, as we ran our happy-asses through it faster then an Olympic Medalist. After hopping the fence of this house's to the neighbor behind this house, I saw a long, looong series of houses, with fences to hop, and people to avoid. The odd thing about this scenario, is there were no roads. It was merely a tic-tac-toe pattern all through-out the neighborhood. We pressed on, awaiting...who knows what, but it was clear we couldn't stick around here.
After hopping several fences, and passing several houses, we came to another backyard. This person's home went accross the entire yard, so we couldn't go to the left or right of the home. We had to go straight through. Also, there was a beagle in the backyard, a neusence of one I might add.
We hopped the fence, the dog was clearly busy with a bone at this moment in time. Then, when we made our way to the back window, to get a look inside, the dog starts yapping away.
Our backs up against the back wall of the house, we look at eachother.
"We're fucked dude." My partner whispers to me.I point to the left of us (As we are facing the backyard, with our backs against the wall, there is a door to the left of our direction, that leads to the interior of this home), we see the owner of the home let in the dog.
"Not just yet." I reply."How the fuck can you be so sure?!" He angrily whispers.
The homeowner was a woman, an old woman who could sense something was wrong. She turned her head to the left of the house (looking away from us), then directly at us. She started yelling up a storm.
"What the fuck are you doing in my yard?!?!" She screams
"..." No reply from either of us."I'm going to call the police!" She yells at us.
She stepped inside, leaving the back door wide open. That was a mistake on her part. We ran through, pushing through chairs & tables, as the main entrance was the kitchen. After passing the kitchen, we found ourselves in the living room. With a man in his 40's sitting in a recliner."..." Still no reply.
"What the fuck?" He abruptly said, as he noticed us trudging our way to the main entrance to the front of the house.
When we walked out the front door, we finally found road. This road went on for ages. We looked down it, then he turned to me, and shot me in the chest."Don't mind us," I said casually.
"Betrayal at its best..." I gasp.Suddenly everything goes black.
"You know I love you man...But this is just too good to split..." He replies."Fuc...kin...bi...tch..." I attempt to get out as I fall to my knees...
End of Dream 3.
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that was awesome,a little bit of f's but still awesome
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