Hello you dare to dreamers
It is pretty rare that I remember having any dreams. I hear that everyone dreams every night, even if you don't think you do. If I do remember having a dream, then the moment I wake up it is gone. I hear that some people keep a notepad right by the bed to record their dreams. It seems vivid when I first wake up and then the moment I take a step it jars the dream out. I begin the forget what I just dreamed. I think I get the sensation I dream when I go to bed late. I am not sure if has something to do with the interrupted sleep pattern or the dream has to go into overload.
This past night I feel like I had a strange dream. Since the memory of the dream is already leaving this might seem incoherent. What else is new about my writing? I do not recall if I was part of the storyline or just an observer. The parts that seemed funny to me, I recall being an observer.
In one part of the dream here was some kind of fundraiser between Michael Jackson and someone. I am not sure who it was. I get the feeling that Michael Jackson was raising money for Barack Obama. The amount was 16 million. Does that mean anything? In the dream the TV kept showing the money results like a race. It seems like people were going crazy.
I feel like one another part of the dream was some kind of movie. It seems like it was set in the future and there was an alien attack. I remember the president was played by Scott Bakula. He had gray hair and silver shiny jumpsuit. The part that I found funny was he was on the phone talking to the aliens. You know how they dramatize the phone conversation. The lead talks in that low determined whisper. It seems that in every movie the president is on the phone. My funny thought was that is why the country is in debt. It is all those long distance charges. You would think the president would have a better plan.
Unfortunately, or fortunately, those are the only things I remember about my dream. I know Martin Luther King Jr I am not.
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