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July 21 2009
I had a really weird dream last night. When I am awake I thinking randomly and apparently I dream random things too. I think it starts off with me and other people gathered on a street that looks like the central west end or that neighborhood in DC in between RFK stadium and the capitol. We are there to celebrate Mike after his passing. It’s a beautiful sunny mild day out. There is some dude dancing. I borrowed Mona’s camera to take a pic of an old-fashion building advertisement of Mike. It’s up there like the advertisements that used to be painted on the side of brick buildings in the 30’s and 40’s but it’s the Mike BAD pic with some words about something and loving him and remembering him. Then we turn and there is a whole bunch of helicopters in the sky. I mean like a good 20 of them. There is a large black helicopter that they are all hovering around. Most are coast guard/put out fires helicopters. The big black one’s nose is starting to tilt down…then it does down. We all hot tail it in the opposite direction and shrapnel is raining down all around. At this point my feet are like lead and for some reason I cant run as fast as everyone else so i’m getting pelted. I try to jump around the wall leading to the basement of a church but can’t make it over so I go around it and ask a girl for help, but i’m too lead footed to help her heave me over the wall so I just go and stand next to the far side of the church walls; letting the building itself shield me from falling debris. The weather has changed because of the crash so now it is windy and overcast. There are other people hiding and trying to take cover in big tumble weed bushes, but we aren’t in California so I don know why the lot right next to the church has them. There is a dog tied up inside a car on the street with the window down. It has no real protection, so I go out there, open the car door, untie the dog and bring it to the wall with me.
Then me and my brother are in the service area of a big stadium or hospital or building or something. We are running from some people. We are looking into these windows or doors and there are versions of Mike in them. One scares us. I don’t really understand. Things are fuzzy. I did get a feeling that whatever there was between Mike and I; it was very intimate. Like we knew each other well and were friends or something, but I don’t understand the situation of us looking for him in windows and doors. Ooh, you know what. That behind the scene, service area thing reminds me of the Dirty Diana video, but the lighting was different. It was almost like we were back behind a large building and also in the underground parking lot. The lighting was warm; browns and yellows.
There’s also another part with me and some dude who I am not romantically involved with just shooting the breeze at the beach. People are speculating and hating on the care free way we just exist together. The dude is black and the fuzzy image of him reminds me of that Mansfield dude from the Wire.
Then there’s another dream with me, my mom, and other family members. We are somewhere that looks like hell in a southern state trying to go to a fast food restaurant to order stuff. Some white guy is crossing a vacant lot and stops to ask us for directions to the fast food place. We tell him and then I think I noticed he dropped $5 bill. I give it back and he says thank you. He is off and then we look, further back on the lot in the direction the white guy came from there’s money on the ground. A couple of 100 dollar bills and smaller bills too. So we go pick them up and keep on our merry way. We get to the fast food place which is right up against a creek and some trees. At this point it is just me and my brother in my car. We order and the rest of my family is already in the restaurant. We are getting food to go. We get our food and are returning to my car, but my car isn’t there. Then we see the white dude in a car with other white people circling the lot tike they looking for something…we think the money from the lot. So, all of my fam goes and gets into some family friend’s SUV and I walk the lot in a panic looking for my car. I then join some group of people getting a tour of the creek/tree area like they are about to buy a timeshare. I go around the large lot like 2 times and I don’t see it. So we all get into the family friend’s SUV and go home. I don’t immediately call the police or the restaurant. I’m home in hysterics. Then Sherri is there and it turns out she was the culprit. I ended up finding some of my stuff and some blue sheets tucked under the bed and she was trying to hide it. There’s no way she could have those things under her bed because they were all last seen in my car. It ends up she stole my car, had her fun, and then tried to hide the evidence. She sat and watched me run around the house in hysterics for a while and wasn’t gonna tell me she took my car if I hadn’t found the stuff under the bed. Everybody is acting like its not a big deal. But she stole my car… a family member’s car. That hurt! So i’m going off and about ready to whup her ass and my mom and just diffusing the situation and playing down the fact that she stole my car. I don’t think I remember ever getting my car back.
So, do you guys ever fuzzily remember 4 dreams from one night’s sleep?
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