numero uno

Welcome fellow bloggers! pie in the sky is officially up and running! i'm super excited to start posting all of my dreams on here, once i've done it for a few months, it will be really cool to look back on my old dreams, i wonder if there will be any pattern?!

i love dreams, everything to do with them, i just find them absolutely enthralling. i love sharing my dreams with others and getting a second opinion on what i dreamt - thats not to say that i usually think they mean something, i dont do the whole "dream dictionary" thing, i think thats sort of along the same lines of astrology, which i'm not a fan of either. anyhoo, what i'm trying to say is that even though i dont think that they're like your subconcious's way of sending you a message, i do wonder why you dream what you dream, like, just what makes my brain decide that i should dream that frances is wearing my black and white shirt? that happened a couple of weeks ago, and it was pretty much the whole dream. she was just wearing this certain shirt, and it wasnt like i was even jealous or angry or thought it looked exceptional or really anything, she was just wearing it, no big deal. the end. like.. no message in that one, einstein.

i've always had exceptionally vivid and detailed dreams. half the time, i can tell you the name of a person that i guess my brain concocted for my dream. i can tell you first and last, and i can even spell it if i ever saw it written down in my dream. i also find that i have a lot of repetitive dreams, ones i've been having since i was really young, and could tell you about at any given time, but then also some that i never remember until i have had them again. i hear some people keep those and find crazy patterns in their dreams. plus, i find that most things make a ton more sense if you write them down, but thats just me. i learn by doing, not by seeing or hearing. (i'm pretty sure they teach you your learning style in elementary, so you know how best to study, just a random sidenote that i found of worthy mention.)

I hate to start out my very first post with such a dark dream, but its the one i have had most recently, and i just need to type it out before i forget it, so here we go! feedback welcome :)


Two days ago I dreamt that i was driving an old truck, very very old, like 70's, rusty and tan colored, and i was about 16 years old, and i was black (i wasnt really me at all actually). In the passenger seat, there was my brother, (not my real brother, mind, just my brother in my dream, lets call him my "dream brother") anyhoo, my dream brother was black too, and probably about 14 years old. we were driving on this road, and it was a highway, but made of asphalt, and was four lanes. The road was straight, and on either side there was forest, but the trees didn't have leaves or needles till about halfway up their trunks. We were driving in the right lane, and going fairly fast, when up ahead we saw a Pakistani woman, wearing a tan outfit that only revealed her eyes. she was in the left lane, and had a ready stance, sort of like she was going to wrestle someone. she leaped sideways into our lane once we were close, but i easily swerved into the left lane and avoided her, it was weird, but it wasnt a big deal. we kept driving, and caught up to this army-like caravan, one of the ones with the cloth top, with a green camouflage pattern all over it. as we pulled up behind it, we could see a bunch of Arabic soldiers inside of it, all with machine guns, and they were grinning. and suddenly i knew that they had made the woman jump in front of our truck, and that if we had hit her, they would have shot us, but if she hadn't jumped they would have shot her, but the irony was that eventually someone wouldn't be able to swerve in time. anyhoo, we were driving fast, but it was somehow leisurely, and though i realized that passing the caravan may not be a good idea, there was no other option. so we pulled up along side them, and they started to shoot at us. i yelled for my dream brother to duck, but he instead tucked his chin in and leaned as far back in his seat as he could, and i remember distinctly being surprised that he hadn't ducked, but his choice had been much more practical than mine, had he ducked, his whole upper body would have been in full view for a couple of seconds. i knew that if we didn't do something quickly, we weren't going to make it, so i rolled the truck into the ditch across the road, and i remember flying through the air with all sorts of debris, no longer inside the truck, thinking that maybe i had just killed us both anyways. we landed, and i had to drag my dream brother out from under some metal, but then we managed to get up and run. we kept finding ourselves on a trail, but i didn't want to be on one, because i knew it would be easier for them to track us if we followed one. we ran and ran and eventually there was a dog chasing us (one of those ones on call of duty nazi zombies for those of you who know what they look like), and i was devastated because i knew that once it was following us, we'd be found within seconds. somehow, though, we managed to lose it, and we wound up in this weird small village of tee-pees, and the sun was shining. then all of a sudden we were in a bare white room with old couches and a bunch of hippie people. there was one man i remember distinctly, he was tall, and had long dreadlocks. they all kept telling us that we were safe now, and that we could relax, we just had to stay in the room. they were all so calm, but i was still filled with adrenaline, and was quite sure that they didn't realize, but we had brought the enemy to their safe place. i tried tell them, make them listen, but all they could say was that we were safe, and not to worry. i was quite distraught, but then i woke up, because my alarm went off.


strange, yes? especially the part that I was someone else, that rarely ever happens to me.