Dreams

Dreams are a very odd thing. I had several last night that were very odd. In The first I was in some sort of paintball bootcamp or something of that sort. It was fairly boring until in dream my phone rung. It played I predict a riot by the kaiser cheifs which means that it was lisha calling. I remember answering the phone but no conversation. The paint ball drill sargent was pissed at me.

In the second I don't seem to remember the activities but the phone rang again. Same ring tone everything. But this time I didn't answer in time and I couldn't get a hold of lisha. Not by phone, im, even went to douglas and could not find her. It was like she called to say goodbye and I could not find her.

Finally in the third, I was in Douglas helping peter at the Douglas Budget, the local newspaper. I was writing an article but the text on the note pad was a series of crude drawings and scribbles, no one could understand them but I could read it. For some reason we both at a second job in douglas at the Golden Tower records. Golden Tower Records doesn't really exist. Anyway so two guys come in and hold the place up. I'm towards the back following their directions, I'm wearing a black hoodie. The come over to me to search my person, and peter took it as me wasting time so he can sneak up on them. After a struggle we restrain the would be asailants. We clasp their hands with zip-ties. I yell at peter for an extended amount of time because he could have had me killed. At this point its now lunch. I try to walk to the Business center to tell Lisha of my experience, but shes at lunch also, and she won't answer her phone. This is where things get really fucking weird. I go down to little china town. THERE IS NOT A DOUGLAS BIG ENOUGH FOR A LITTLE CHINA TOWN. It was very lush in china town. I spot her car at this japanese restuarant. I see her family but not her. I go to the next booth where in what little japanese plus some english dialog that could only be represented like I ask the man what is good on the menu. He explains the maki ball soup, which is made of people btw. I finally walk back by the booth where lisha's family was but she is with them now. I sit down and try to tell her what had happened earlier, she and her family looked angry at my presence. She wouldn't listen or believe what I was telling her.

These three dreams all represent three fears I hold. Lisha, being the current object of my affection represents a loved one. Fear number one, That someone I love is going to get me in some sort of trouble. Fear two, that someone I may love will be gone forever and I may never get to say goodbye. Fear three, that someone I love would look at me with angry and would be unbelieving of me. Even in dire situations.