My most memorable dream happened a few years back. It was middle of the day. sun at its peak and me and my good ol’ buddy marty were on a grassy hill. Almost like the grasslands in the teletubbies if you remember dat shit. Off in the distance was a massive white shed. Not knowing what was in there we went to go check it out… We were far unprepared.
thousands of mexicans fighting. Knives, Swords, Punches, kicks, and spicks. Being a dream I felt the need to take part. As did marty. Marty being far weaker than me in my dream… he died pretty quickly. R.I.P. marty. I somehow wound up face down on the ground and as i rolled over a dirty mustached mexican takes a dagger right into my shoulder. I remember waking up with a tiny bit of pain in my shoulder and holding my breath as if i were dying… crazy shit.
Instead of writing a new post. Ill just put dream #2 in this same post. About 2 or 3 weeks ago i had this peculiar dream that I was in a hotel pool area. Really small pool and outside of the pool was slick wet ground… My good pal Alex and I were in the pool. Alex has some pretty good speed and in my dream i was envious of this. I asked him to race, not just running but out of the pool over the slippery ground meaning lightness of your feet would matter a lot. Thought this was for sure going to be a victorious match for me… as we both race out of the water onto the slippery ground. My legs were pretty much paralyzed. As alex running at very fast speed I was moving in slow motion… literally. Like a movie. I was in slow motion and alex had won the race by the time I took 4 strides… I was pissed. no lie.