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Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Weird Dream

Last night I had some weird dreams that I don't believe mean anything except that my mind is stupid.  But I would like to share them with my readers, since I have nothing else to do right now.  

So my first dream starts out with me sneaking into a slave camp kind of thing.  Its a camp like on holes, where its in the desert and kids are being forced into manual labor, not because of race, ethnicity or parental income, but because of age.  I have no clue why I am sneaking in, but I am.  And it is extremely easy I might add, all I have to do is climb over a dirt mound and I am in.  Which doesn't really explain why kids don't just leave.  This is one of many holes in my dream.  Anyways, I am in the slave camp and I am watching kids literally dig apart a mountain.  It's very strange that this is the goal of the slave camp lady, who is this old woman who is very mean and shows obvious hate toward me.  As the day continues and I am helping to dig this mountain until it is nothing we aren't getting very far.  Night begins to fall and everyone just drops there shovels and starts heading to the barracks.  

I decide to stay outside and hang out with the mountain or something.  I'm honestly not sure why I am outside, but I see the old woman, except now she is this young beautiful woman, very similar to Selma Hayek.  She approaches me, not in hate, but in love (not that kind of love, its more of a friendship love).  She comes up to me and says, "How did you enjoy camp?"  My response was somewhere along the line of "Well i'm not a fan of slave camps."  She then went and disassembled the mountain and it ended up being two tables one set up on the other.  The tables where then covered by a plethora of dirt and that made the mountain.  I'm not sure what this is supposed to mean.  

Irregardless (some may argue the existence of this word but I will still use it (because I like it)) the camp director (Selma Hayek) showed me the other parts of the camp which turned into a 1400's castle.  She then took me into a room which looked like my apartment inside.  Upon arriving to my apartment I see my friend from Flagstaff Joe Larson holding my other friend Bailee's hand.  They act like they are dating and whatnot.  This is weird because Joe has never met Bailee and she is currently engaged to another boy whom I have never met.  Moving on...

Selma then gives me some kind of control over a squadron or murder, if you will, of bees.  There are four bees that I have to lead to the ultimate source of pollen.  So I begin to steer them, I know not how, and I can see what they see.  The castle has changed into some weird underground world of kitchens and auto shops.  This is a dark and grungy world and everywhere I go there lurks shadows and creepy people.

So after directing my bees through kitchens and auto shops that look like they could be from a Resident Evil game or one of the Saw movies, I finally lead them into a dead end auto shop.  There is an old beat up car in there, it looks like an old mustang or something like that.  Suddenly my bees feel threatened and terror overtakes me.  I don't exactly know why I am scared but I am.  I frantically lead my bees all over the place trying to hide them from danger.

Eventually the garage door opens and sunlight breaks through the darkness.  My old metals teacher Mr. Hess is the one who opened the garage and he is staring at my bees like he is hungry for them or something.  He never makes a move to eat them however.  I then see a magical flower patch and land my bees on it, they were very happy to say the least.  Great success was had.

I then woke up to the noise of Abby texting me about High School Musical 3.  Hence end of dream.  If anyone has any idea what any of this crap means I am all ears.  Also if you are reading this for comical relief I might understand that.  I'm not sure though, it was a really strange dream.  Well maybe it just means i'm stupid or my imagination is on crack.  Or both.

Love,
Matt

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