*sighs*

gosh *goofy style*

Okay, dream time. Messed up as ever! But the strange bit is that I had more control over it than usual, so for me, it was rather lucid.

The first part that i remember clearly was that I was riding down Route 6 in Portage with a few people. I had Jassen with me as well as old friends Angie and Kristen. We looked up into the clouds and we noticed something rather strange. There were mammontus clouds up and about. Those are the ones that look like balls or boobs hanging from out of the sky.

For some reason, we all agreed that a tornado was going to strike. So all of a sudden I found myself kinda as a ghost. I walk into a classroom and it happens to be Mr. Cope's. As Im walking into it, it starts to fill in more detail. I look off to the desk area and I see Mr Cope. When I try to reach him, he starts to fade, like I am unable to talk with him. I tried two or three times but it failed. Then class started and Mr Cope had morphed into another person, in which I didnt recognize.

All of a sudden, I saw myself in my old desk, which was next to Mr Cope's as well as his head statue of Mr Lennon. That was one of the reason why I loved the classroom. Not only was there Lennon but behind me, there were a few posters. Also, since I made Mr Cope tape copies of the Lennon box set, he gve me an old Beatle record that is actually somewhat rare and worth money, cuz it was on the Vee Jay record based in Gary Indiana, which is pratically next door. If I haven't mentioned it in other blog entries before, in real life, he committed suicide back in December, supposedly he was an insomniac, a manic depressive, had just changed his medicine, which had the side effect of suicidal tendencies. All very messed up, i dont quite think ill ever understand, and it makes me sad cuz I truly loved him as a person. He was the type of teacher that would dress up as a Viking in chainmail, handmade, etc.

So, that might be the fading with closer proximity in the dream, and what that means.

Moving on with the dream *ehem*...

So, all of a sudden I notice myself as a teenager and it looked like me, I disappeared out of the classroom and when i spoke, from my ghost standpt the teacher could here and think that i was shitting him or something, like I really wasnt out of the room, the teenager-me, but I was. So, I moved on to a fancy place where there was a deck area out on a hill and underneath the hill was a house semi-buried in the ground.

I was talking with someone and Susan Sarandon was there. She was either related to me or a mother and we had to boat across a small lake to get somewhere. The weird bit is that she was wheel chair bound, so she needed help getting on. A black dude helped her out and then i had to jump on. The water seemed high and the boat sank up to our necks when we were riding on it. Somehow we still managed to steer and keep afloat. Susan looked like she was going to drown but she was singing the whole while so I really didnt have to worry.

We got to the other side and I think we were meeting up with this man or her husband of the dream. I then found myself going up an escalator with my friend Valerie. We were still in the process of preparing for the tornado, so we were pushing around a dresser and some other things. There were multiple escalators going up to the 2nd or 3rd floor of the high school but we seemed stuck. The dresser was heavy lifting but no one passing by wanted to help, so Val and I were doing alot of talking that I cant recollect now.

My dream seemed bright and I felt alert. There was another section when i was in a house in London, looking down and I saw a man walking. I was then in a small room, probably about the size of Jassen's but a bit smaller. I was sitting on a smaller bed nearest the window and i looked out in front of me. Jassen had gone out to get things and in the dream he just wanted to spend money. He got these huuuuge boxes that looked like they held a million pads or tampons but in reality they were action figures of every possible cartoon character EVER! He managed to carry like 4-5 big boxes all by himself and seemed to have disappeared.

I think thats all that I can recall from my dream of last night...oH!! When Jassen was about to get ready for work this morning, I woke up. I had a strange feeling dream that something bad was going to happen on a tube train. I was standing up and the train was going west towards Heathrow and a lady was arguing and a man. They were older folks but threatening nonetheless. Everyone on the train knew something bad was going to happen as the train increased in speed. I then woke up and I felt shakey. I might have mumbled to Jassen my dream but then i was too tired to stay cognate and fell back into the open arms of sleep.