space dream

Last night...Last night...

What a crazy night of dreaming?! I can't remember much of anything except one crazy part.  It was one of the most intense dreams I have ever had.  So the dream starts off on a huge ship like an aircraft carrier that planes can land on.  We were packing up a Stealth Bomber, loading a huge flat board with about 20 astronauts strapped to it.  Yes, astronauts, meaning small people. Very strange, I know. 

After loading up the astronauts(small people wearing suits in this case), a massive explosion happened at the front of the ship.  A bunch of planes blew up and a huge fire had started on the main ship.  All of the pilots were yelling at me to get on board right away for take-off. I couldn't get in through the door, so I just jumped on the front of the Stealth Bomber.  I was literally holding on the nose of the plane by my hands, hoping to make it out of there.  The Stealth took off like a rocket in the sky, straight up in the air and all the way to the outer atmospheres.  I was holding on so tightly while the plane jolted through clouds and turbulence was at a high.  The plane kept rising in altitude until we reached the unknown, outer space.  The stars shined bright as I sat on top of the plane's cockpit.  At this point, I knew it had to be a dream because no human could possibly breathe in space, let alone hold on to the front of a Stealth for so long.  As we continued, obstacles in space began to make the Stealth take sharp turns, move up and down and it became harder and harder to hold on.  Right when I let go, I woke up. 

I had alot of other weird dreams last night but I just couldn't remember them.  I dream the best in the morning, when I have to wake up to pee pee then go back to sleep for an hour or two.

Assignment - Alan Smith

For class on Tuesday, we had a guest speaker named Alan Smith from England.  This guest was very interesting and also full of quotes.  He started out working construction in England for half his life until he decided to become a teacher.  English was the main subject that he taught.  Eventually, at age 50, he began writing.  He wrote a novel that was sent to many different publishers, movie directors, and other sources.  He finally found a publisher who helped distribute and print his novel.  The New York Times wrote an article about Smith and about the book that he wrote.  After this, he began working in a prison, hired as the media press and writer.  Most of his articles, over 70, were sent to the Guardian, a well established newspaper. He teaches at the University of North Hampton in south London.  The class that he teaches is Creative Writing.

 "Sometimes, I make it up," Smith claims.  When telling a story or discussing a certain issue, he not always uses fact but uses fiction to help the reader understand.  He says that a great deal of talking or writing has the ability to be fact mixed with a bit of fiction.  The stories that he heard in prison are not always stories that people want to hear due to the graphic nature and evil acts.  Instead, he tells the positive side of the story, putting the prisoner in a bright light instead of a dark past.  I thought that he was a great guest and proof that you never know where you will end up.  He didn't even start his writing career until he was 50, which is what he believes is his livelihood.  People my age, myself included, still aren't quite sure what they want to be as a career but with time and hard work, anything may come up.

One hour dream

I had a very vivid dream this morning.  It seems like every time that I wake up early and fall back asleep for an hour or two, I have the most wicked dreams.  My girlfriend's alarm went off at 6:30 this morning and I didn't have to wake up until 8.  I was so tired that I went into the guest bedroom to get another hour or so of sleep.  I went to lay down and couldn't fall asleep right away.  I think it is so interesting how we actually fall asleep, sometimes I think about it so hard that I can't fall asleep.  In this dream, it was so realistic and possible that right when I woke up, it was almost hard to establish that it was a dream.  But I knew right away.  In this dream, I was driving my pickup in a parking lot, a Walmart parking lot.  In this lot, there were many shops and a McDonalds.  The McDonalds had a strange delivery area that made me wonder while in the dream.  I parked my truck and then got in my friend's truck.  I can't exactly say what happens next because I don't really remember.  We went driving around for awhile and came back to the huge parking lot.  In the dream, I had to go home so my friend's dropped me off, not close to my truck, but very far away.  I got out and walked a good distance to my truck.  I noticed that I didn't have my keys to my house so I had to go back to my friend's truck.  For some reason, I knew that my friend's did not have any cell phones so I had to run back to their truck and find my keys.  I ran as fast as I could, right next to the street to see if they had left yet.  Luckily, they had not moved the car.  I ran up to the car and fell down right beside it, exhausted.  All of my friends were staring at me, wondering what the hell I was doing.  I told them that I had lost my house keys and we needed to look for them.  We couldn't find my keys anywhere so I just decided to join them in the truck for the rest of the day.  And that's it, the ending of my super exciting dream.  The reason that I am posting on this is because of the vividness and reality of this dream.  Everything was possible and I woke up very relieved to know that it was just a dream.  Some dreams are just so real that you almost have to tell a friend about it.  If you read this and have a crazy realistic dream, comment and let me know...

SAVAGE dreams

I have been having crazy savage dreams lately.  I have no idea why but it is starting to freak my out a little.  In all of my dreams, someone is attacking me, either bad men, dogs, creatures, or whatever my mind comes up with while I am sleeping.  These dreams may be due to Halloween and all of the scary images on television that I am seeing daily.  I cannot seem to remember all of these dreams but I only remember certain parts.  They are very violent in nature, sometimes making me wonder why I am dreaming these horrible images.  I have this reocurring dream a few times a week.  I am in this log cabin out in the wilderness.  Usually I have some friends with me, my girlfriend, and my cousin who is always appearing in my dreams.  I am always threatened by something while in this cabin.  People come to attack us, or rob the house or there is some monsters or rabid dogs looking for shelter in the house.  I have no idea why this happens but it does all too often.  Maybe I am meant to be a protector, fighter or maybe I am just reflecting what I see during the day.  Who knows? Dreams are a mystery to us sometimes.  I won't get into the gruesome details and violent parts of the dream because I feel like it is better left in my head.  I don't want people reading this blog and thinking that I am going to be the next killer on the street.  I think that American culture has a love for violence, violent movies, TV shows, guns, and people always gather around two others fighting like in high school.  We love to see these images but most of us could not act on what we see.  Maybe that is why I dream of them instead of acting them out, which is a great thing.  I will try to go to sleep with more positive thoughts in my head instead of thinking about the horror movie that I just watched before going to sleep.  Until then, dream on....