YUCK......THIS DREAM IS GROSS!!

I cannot recall the circumstances of why I was in this place of deprivation nor what part I played in it. What I do recall is being with a family that consisted of a young (23?) mother, her husband (and father of her children), and her three young children. This family was living in shambles and the husband worked as an upholsterer in some abandoned warehouse. He (the father) went into work on a Saturday to catch up on a project and suddenly heard a loud noise banging against the corrugated bay door in the recesses of the makeshift shop. I was with him the entire way; however, whether he noticed me or not is up for speculation. He (we shall name him Sam) yelled out in his raspy tobacco ridden voice for a reply. There were none. He pulled on the rusty and poorly repaired chain to raise the corrugated bay door and discovered that someone had abandoned a garbage dumpster minus the trash, but containing a feral dog and her six pups. We gathered them up and took them all to Sam's house, where all of the children blanketed their new found friends with their innocent laughter and abundance of unconditional acceptance into their family. So this is when it gets weird; really weird. The dog and its pups all turned into kittens; very healthy kittens. We (dad, mom, and I) were all gathered around them on the back porch both reveling in their innocence while discussing where our next meal was going to come from. This family had been living on questionable drinking water and fresh grass stalks which had begun to grow in their basement after the explosion; they were starving and their children even more so. I remember that we all looked in each other's eyes and we understood what must be done, but no one said a word. Sam and I walked away as his wife picked up a sledge hammer. We heard no cries of pain nor any suffering, just a heavy thump of the hammer. When we returned only a few moments later, mom had the kitten skinned and filleted. She dipped the meat into a flour and continued on to fry it in a crude oil source. The last thing I can remember is taking a bite (while I was totally grossed out, I was also starving), and wondering what cat would taste like. It was incredibly disgusting! I chewed it like three times and then spit it out while dry heaving.....bleah! And that, my friends, is one seriously weird ass dream!

Another Wierd Dream

So last night I dreamed that I was some kind of freaky super hero unlike the one's in which we are used to. No Superman, Wonderwoman, Spiderman stuff, more really really weird. I was like a micro-organism; I could see everything in true scale to life, but was living as some kind of micro superhero (along with all of the others). My powers were psychic and the ability to to fly, as well as being able to switch from human form to microscopic form. My mission was to destroy the ones who were sent out to destroy me. The geographics were contained to one planet. The bad guys had certain powers beyond what I was trained for, however, I found their weakness: an electronic field surrounding the perimeter of their world. There were like four others on my team as well, and we would radio each other our positions and report any enemies in which we took out. What it came down to was that we had to figure out a way to temporarily shut off the energy field so that we could fly out of it while luring the enemy into this non-electro field because that was the only thing that would kill them. One of our team member's powers was being able to do wonders with electronics, and he was able to shut down a partial electro field allowing me to escape. But one of their bad guys was able to get through it as well. So there we were, fighting like both ninjas and knights in an electric field outside of the atmosphere.

SO SO SO weird. And there's a lot more to add, but I'm kind of getting creeped out just getting this far!

Why I gotta have these far out and freaky dreams!?

Another FreakyDream (ya think?) and notes about farts

So yes, another weird dream...but this one was about my foster sister and her fiance trying to kill her. From what I remember, she was dressed in a very simple wedding gown (and looking very beautiful) and came to me for protection. I had a couple of friends come over and armed them with guns on the night he threatened to complete this murderous task. When he approached my friends and I created a diversion so that she may escape and get to a safe place. However, she refused to go. As I can get some sort of epiphany's from this, I would like other insights as well.

On another note....completely humorous....I have been wondering why it is that when I have to go to the bathroom in regards to bowels, I more than not have to fart before I have to sit down. That being said, as soon as I sit down, my head (more importantly the height of my nose) is directly in the ground zero of my flatulence. And being that once I begin the ever so delightful experience of going number two, there is absolutely no way to pinch it off to escape the aroma of my little mishap which occurred before I sat down! So there I am left to suffer with not only the stink I am creating in the porcelain bowl, but the stink in which I had initiated before I sat down! Why is it that after 43 years of (naturally) performing this daily routine, I have not been able to consciously recognize what I am about to do to myself? I do not have any problems with the sphincter and I could easily pinch (the flatulence) for the three seconds it will take me to place my hiney on the throne. Hmmmm.......maybe I really like the aroma of my own gasses more so than the pungent smells of my dropping? Could be, but I doubt it!