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Post by Cuaresma1971 on Jan 27, 2007 0:09:02 GMT -4
dream log. Originally provided by Sapphire on the old forum for me. sapphirelove.suddenlaunch3.com/index.cgi?board=Diary&action=display&num=1151179282Last week,I was in a dream of the group KISS inside a studio room used for videos. There was only Paul Stanley and Gene Simmons from the group as well slutty looking fems strutting around in those 80's glam attire. Alll of sudden the song blared out . "Heaven's On Fire" from KISS was playing as if they were doing a music video. Paul Stanley's vocals in the lines of this song"Feel my heat taking you higher. Burn with me. Heavens on fire. Ohh. Heaven's On Fire! Ohh! Heavens On Fire." I felt the rhtythm. It felt like 1985 again for me. The glam,the girls,I mean young women who had the curves and looks. The wild teased hair. Two of these girls approached me dancing around ,then began to touch me and whispered "heaven's on fire. c'mon feel my body heat ..baby." The smell of their breath was that of peppermints. That aroused my senses to eat,as I grabbed on of them and kissed her holding her against my body. Body heat I felt. It was tender to hold the blond in a min-leather skirt and a red tank top. The other girl ,another blonde rubbed her cheeks against my left side of the face and was kissing downards my neck. Gene Simmons patted my back from behind and came sideways on my right side and protuded out his tounge at me as in getting it on with these young fems. They looked older than me,but I knew they were young since I resemble a young man in physical appearance of somewhere in my late teens to early 20's for somebody in their 30's. Gene ,again slithered his tounge as he nearly did in the music video "I Love It Loud." He then gestured an o.k. thumb signal. Paul Stanley then appeared before my sight and grabbed the girl on my left who kissed my neck and sang " look at you and my blood boils hot, I feel my temperature rise I want it all, give me what you got, there's hunger in your eyes I'm getting closer, baby hear me breathe You know the way to give me what I need Just let me love you and you'll never leave Feel my heat takin' you higher, burn with me, Heaven's on fire Paint the sky with desire, angel fly, Heaven's on fire The blondie who I held then pushed me against a studio bed and fell upon my body with her own body rubbing on me. I sang to her: I got a fever ragin' in my heart, you make me shiver and shake Baby don't stop, take it to the top, eat it like a piece of cake You're comin' closer, I can hear you breathe You drive me crazy when you start to tease You could bring the devil to his knees Feel my heat takin' you higher, burn with me, Heaven's on fire Paint the sky with desire, angel fly, Heaven's on fire I didn't know the entire lyrics ,but the words came out spontaneously.
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Post by Cuaresma1971 on Jan 27, 2007 0:31:53 GMT -4
This past week,I didn't have too many dreams that I can't remember. Only one was this past Tue night -Wed. morning. It was about going to this unknown location in a backyard of someones home with a couple of Mexican wannabe gangstas. The fat one had on this football jersey #50. It was a S.F. 49er's jersey. He had on this gold chain necklace,shaved head. He was smoking pot and I was offered a hit. I said 'gracias,hemano. put your fellatio back in your pants homes." He replied "f-bomb you man. Enuff of your s***". I was getting a slight buzz and felt myself leaving my body momentarily and the sensation of my entire bieng lifted off the ground several feet as the guy just stood there on ground with his two feet and looked up and shrugged his shoulders. I was back on the ground again. "Hey bah-boso. You've got to learn me to do that out of body experience s*** punk. you know. I wanna try. Then all of a sudden his clothes was blown away except for his boxers. I grabbed the marijuana joint from him and took a hit. "You've got it. How come I can't do it" he asked. "Don't know,cause youre a vato loco porko." His goatee grew longer fast down to his chest. That's all I remembered.
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Post by Cuaresma1971 on Jan 27, 2007 16:22:05 GMT -4
The only dream I remember was going back to sleep around 5:00 A.M. Someone was climbing on a huge bare naked pine tree because it no longer had anymore branches on it. This guy was dressed in a white t-shirt and jeans and construction boots,with a chainsaw hacking away about 20 feet of the top. "Watch out,everybody the top is coming down! Get out of the way now!" Screamed out a women. A heavy thud hit the street pavemen below. Timber!! Strange how there was no pine trees in my old neighborhood. The top portion was there on the street. THen a powerful windstorm blew apart the stump in two,as one portion was hurled off the ground and whirled about 40 feet in mid air and crashing into a house 50 yards. I saw the damage this wind did. Quickly I went back inside my house and heard another thud the house across the street. Another tree behind that house came crashing down upon it. Another damage impact. Then I went inside the garage,where my yellow labrador went outside the garage through the open bay door. I yelled for it to come back. It was growling at the left remaining portion of the tree. When it came back racing towards me,the dog had on its head a riot gear helmet. It was licking me and whining. I patted its stomach and took of its helmet and it wrestled me on the ground and licked me,giving me a huge slober on the face.
I woke up and tossed to my left side.
I drifted back into sleep,when a loud clinging of coins was being emptied out from my casino coin buckets. It was my brother who was doing this. I was groggy to say anything to him like "What'd you doing?" He then exited the room and my ethernic? body drifted out of me and followed him towards my mothers bedroom. She was awake and said 'good morning' to him. He didn't reply and walked towards the living room and again my mom said 'good morning' ,'hey where are you going?' My bro said in disrespect 'f-bomb you'. 'What'd you say to me?!?!' retorted my mom. 'f-bomb you b***'. I never heard that disrespect from my brother. I said to him and slapped his head 'Show respect for ma ,idiota!' He said nothing and walked away. Before I went to grab him.....
I woke up.
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Post by Cuaresma1971 on Feb 1, 2007 14:07:59 GMT -4
I haven't recalled my most recent dreams in days. I was out like a baby and slept peacefully throughout my REM sleep.
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Post by Cuaresma1971 on Feb 2, 2007 22:26:33 GMT -4
This is something I found on my old dream record written on my old writing tablet. It's a piece of my only two dreams I wrote down. The first was from many years ago. And the last was written last Jan 18th,2006.
Stranger things have happened. Dec 8th,1989. I had fallen asleep around 4:50 P.M. All was peaceful during my rest,as I had worked for nearly 12 hours straight since 5:00 A.M this morning. I am employed at Reidmiller Airconditioning. My duty at my employment is cutting away sheet metal shaping air ducts and installing fiberglass installation. We had a crew of 3,including the boss himself working down in Castro Valley working in a shopping plaza,working on airconditiong units in a soon to be new suite for some small company based in the Bay Area. Hardly did I get any sleep the past week and a half,as I had worked around 15 hours per day for the last two weeks ,just to make extra money. This was my first job since graduating from high school iin June. This day,I had gotten home early because our crew were almost finished with the project. This gave me time to have a weekends rest before heading off to work the following Monday ,early before sunrise as usual. I had left work around 2:30 P.M in the South Bay from Castro Valley to Brentwood. Roughly an hours drive before the rush hour traffic. At ease,I had fallen asleep around a hour when I arrived at my residence. Suddenly,I had awoke with a heavy weight pulled down upon my torso. It felt like a entire body weight crushing down upon me. My eyes were partially open ,but I had a difficulty in breathing and definitely unable to move. I knew for years this had been happening to me,except when I either went in a transitioning of onset of going to sleep or awakening during the night and the morning. This loud humming peirced my ears,as it felt like my ears were probed then the object was flushed outwards. During this time my eyes were opening. Before me was a blurred shaped outline of a murky dirty colored fuzzy cloud shapped object resembling to me a twister. It was around 18" in diamater,and the height was at least 2 ft. A dark funnel cloud resembling a tornado. I was semi-connsious when this vision occured. With strenous effort,I tried to shake off thing off me. The more I struggled,the heavier the wieght pushed down upon my body like someone was actually there pinning me down with all thier might. This image morphed into a dark silohuette of a human as I can see its shape head driving down upon my neck. In tactile ,this felt to real as I can feel a stinging pain driving down upon my neck. A tight grip of a heavy hand pulled up my chin. A heavy whisper was all I can hear. It said in a slithering voice: "I will hurt you." I wanted to do some hurting on this person,who ever it was but I just couldn't move. Suddenly a heavy rub was on my groin,as I can feel a sharp pain of hand with sharp fingernails yanked that region. It certainly wasn't mine. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
To understand this(sleep paralysis) you would have to experience sleep paralysis for yourself. It is not really a bad dream though the aspects of it can be percieved as a erotic nightmare. Basically it is more like a morbid vision since the semi-conscious state is present. The feeling is eerie like I was being possessed by a demon. Science hasn't fully understood the elements off all of this phenomena. Maybe in the near future ,parapsychologists will team with medical experts to find what is the cause of The Old Hag Syndrome. I searched the yahoo google for more information in recent years to obtain a closer study to what I can relate to. Sleep Paralysis can invite a gateway to lucid dreaming and out-of-body experiences to detour the side effects,in a paranormal sense. This is something I could never fully explain or rationalize. Maybe I do have the sixth sense. Stranger things have happened to me besides the Old Hag Syndrome. Sept 11,2001 was my most devastating experience with the unexplained. Once,I felt myself astral plane inside of a assualt victim. I could view myself in this person walking down a dark alley at one evening behind a grocery store across the highway which in a walking distance would be less than no more that a quarter mile from where I lived. This sharp pain was thrusted against my right side under the lower rib cage as a warm ooze came trickling down against my bareskin. I placed my right hand on this area. I can feel blood matter gushing out of a dark wound. Turning around I can see my assailant staring at me. Before I brandished out a switchblade knife,this vatto pulled out a brass knucke and wham! Out cold. With the darkness,the face was partially consealed. The attacker had a goatee,wearing dark glasses and a red bandanna tied around his head. Figuring out that this area of town is known for the Chicano gang turf. A few days later reading the local newspaper,with the details involved I found out that this hombre was barely alive after he nearly bled to death spending nearly half the night sprawled on the concrete pavement below. He later was reported to be in a coma the last I read about it. There were no police details into why the attack happened. Drug deal gone sour? Some vatto loco walking down the wrong side of town? What ever the reason was,all I know that this wasn't supposed to happen to me. Why was I inside someone else body while I slept? I couldn't just tell the cops what I witnessed. Not that I would want to get involved. If I did my statement would be the least credible for this case. You see local cops don't care about psychics interloping in thier affairs with the public. It's all about police jurisdiction. Cops don't really like the idea of calling a psychic solving out so much for thier department. It was like some freak busting thier balls. What you see on t.v. about mediums acting out as detectives in helping out the fuzz generally helping out in finding missing persons. You see it rarely or never happens that way in real life as I personally know. Life is full of mysteries.
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Post by Cuaresma1971 on Feb 3, 2007 13:57:25 GMT -4
This very early morning after going to sleep past 1:00 A.M. The dream was inside Pac Bell Park in San Francisco(now called AT&T Park). It was the 6th game of the World Series. I was Kenny Lofton batting for the S.F. Giants. I was the quickest baserunner on the 2002 S.F. Giants team and it was up to me now to clear the bases. The bottom of the ninth. Two outs with nobody on base. We were hosting the American League MLB Champs from So Cal-Anahiem Angels. We the San Francisco Giants were the National League MLB Champs from up here in No Cal. We were down by a run to tie this game. The score was Anaheim Angels 6-San Francisco 5. A blast out in the bleachers would definitely give a tied game. Rich Aurilia was due up behind the batting order right behind me. If our short stop would only blast a homer ...we were to become the 2002 MLB World Series Champions. We've come a long way through out the entire season to get this far. Nothing was going to stop us now. Anahiem Angels rookie relief pitcher was pitching well. He had struck out the first two batters before me,with fast sinkers. That stunned us. It was my turn now to overcome his strike zones. The first pitch nearly hit me. The second was a ball,the third another brush from the pitcher from the Anaheim Angels.The fourth was a strike. The fifth,I pulled the ball towards right field for a home run. The ball didn't quite carry far enough. The right fielder dove for the ball as it almost was caught in his glove. He missed it and dived several feet on the asphault grass. The ball completely went passed by him. I was now on my way to second,when the assisted center fielder now with the ball ,gunned it with his almighty throwing arm. I'm getting close to third base. Closer. Closer. I slid into third,tagging the bag when nearly simutaneously the cut of man in the infield(possibility either the shortstop or second baseman) threw it to third. This third baseman quickly tagged me just about a fraction of a second when I tagged third. The umpire at third yelled out against my favor 'You're out!' A massive outpours of 'boos! And curses at the umpire' were echoed louder than ever,for almost an eternity. 'What?! I'm not out' I stubbornly refused the unrighteous call.
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Post by Cuaresma1971 on Feb 3, 2007 14:03:40 GMT -4
The dugout from our team went out to third,lead by Dusty Baker to argue with the ump. Both the skipper and the ump went face to face with words. Dusty kicked dirt on the umpires cleets. There was no use in ejecting out him. The game was officially over. Anaheim had defeated us San Francisco Giants by one run. It was the most outraged scene ever. It was literally disgusting. I Kenny Lofton was going to smack the ump in the face with a back hand. A suspension for the next game was going to be officiated. I tried to refrain myself but was pouting like a spoiled child,as I cursed and threw my helmet and jumping up and down. We had to wait another day for game 7 to come. World Series title-here we come to get what belongs to us. Not the Anahiem Angels. But us-The San Francisco Giants.
End of dream.
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Post by Cuaresma1971 on Feb 4, 2007 15:18:06 GMT -4
This recent dream as of this morning was that I was inside of my old occupation inside the bird food processing shed. I was ordered by my bosses son to hand over him a few wooden pallets on those metal shelves. That I did,but the scene looked like it was somewhere after I left this job,cause the shelves I was refering to was placed inside a different location and the wherehouse looked really almost empty. A few years later Mid West Commodities sold out to a company dealing with animal food in Sacramento. I have been getting these recurring dreams of this former occupation. Lucid to say.
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Post by Cuaresma1971 on Feb 16, 2007 20:12:09 GMT -4
In the past several months,I've been getting repeated dreams or similiar ones about 4 nights in a week. I believe they are lucid/or oobe. These dreams take place in evenings and evenings(in side the dream),where I'm drifting in air visiting one to a few places with people who might be my friends or strangers. It usually involves a portable trailer homes used for schools,rails,horse stables,fields,distances of fields,cars(some old and some not even available to the public as of any time soon...sort of futuristic mobiles),floodlights. A lot of it doesn't make too much sense to me. A few of these places do look familiar from a past time. Last evening or twighlight of the first hours of A.M. I was placed inside a jail cell inside a whitewashed Arab/Moslem structure made of stucco. I can't tell how old this structure. There was hard dirt on the bottom surface. On each side of my body,two hands dragged me towards the outside of this certain structure i was in. The place stunk like death. There were a few soilders in what appears to be Lebanese militia trampeling a wounded civilian on the ground. A loud crack from his body shattered. Instantly,the man on the ground yelled out in agony while being kicked in the ribs. I could not help this guy out. I was wounded myself,after being beaten. My right eye was swollen and felt a few of my ribs bruised and blood dropping from my mouth and head. A guard on the enterance of the open doorway yelled at me and slapped my forehead screaming in Arab. A dead soilder in uniform was hanged on this rope while one of these Lebanese soilder was searching his garments for something in signifigance. Outside now was a courtyard,with a squad of mlitiamen awaiting me as I was placed over my head a blindfold ,then carried off somewhere inside a automobile. I was slapped a few times ,but said nothing while seated on the back of this vehicle. It was humid and felt now matted blood on my face.
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Post by Cuaresma1971 on Feb 16, 2007 20:21:08 GMT -4
Naseua overtook my stomach. The car window was opened slightly,but not enough for sufficient oxygen. A slight breeze of air,I took to at least breath in this unbearable heat. "Doctor,yes.You need doctor" a man on the fronseat asked me. "I give you doctor. But first give me location of Marine deployed in Beruit. Then I negotiate for your release. We have business to do. Then we set you free yeah?" I felt my captors were bluffing me. Now I felt a pistol jabbed against my left temple then a click. Oh freaking A,one second I felt that my life was suddenly over. "Hehehehe" came from everyone except me in a joking matter. "You say nothing. Ok American you release only after we talk. then maybe your cowboy President will finally negotiate for your release." A slap on my arm from this same guy who I couldn't see due to being blindfolded,was the same person who placed the pistol against my head a few moments ago. "You know,I kill many people,so don't worry. Killing is negotiation." I woke up.
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Post by Cuaresma1971 on Feb 16, 2007 21:24:08 GMT -4
Sorry. I was d/c. Internet server problems.
Back to this dream/obe/astral(You mentioned astral projection is the distance of time inside remote viewing,so it is astral then.)
I went back to sleep . For a ride that lasted almost a lifetime came to a end. The sound of machine gun fire blasted into the air from a vehicle in front of ours,then the car came to a halt. A chant of Arabic was heard by these militiamen. Still blindfolded,I could hear the ocean waves hitting the coast and felt the very cool breeze of the air against my face. I felt it was somewhere off the Mediterranean Sea. "You like swimming in the ocean?" asked the man in the front seat. "I like sailing in the ocean. The beach full of curvy girls lying in the sand taking a suntan and nice butts. I even own a girl. Her name was Sam. Now she is called Elisha." Then he continued"Many of my people you know,object to exposing skin. It's infidel,and this is forbidden and evil to Moslem tradition. Woman get beaten showing her self like that. But me,I'm what you call liberal Arab. Yeah. Heheheheh." I held my laugh,and giggled to hear that. Just didn't want to give any of these men any satisfaction. My ribs hurted each time I slightly attempted to laugh. Finally I said "Who Sam. Your girlfriend?" only choosing to say it without sacrasm. "I tell you later. First,we wait for Great Satan to talk on t.v." I felt impeding death coming on. It felt myself leaving my body almost immediately,then was calmed. "I feel you almost dying American" said my captive. The car door opened and was escorted by two men by myside holding me upright,and heard several other footsteps hitting the ground in the front and teh rearend of me. One guy pounded me against my ribs with his fists. Another had yelled at him like saying "Don't kill him. We need him alive" in that tone of gesture. Soon,I was dumped on the ground inside of this building. My blindfold was yanked dowwards from my face,but was now drooped around my neck. It seemed really dark at first,but bits of light orbs flashed before my eyes. I wanted to rub em' but my arms were practically numb. A loud slam of a iron gate closed shut by two of my captors. One looked at me with deep hatred,while the other seemed kind enough. He took out a cigarette and said"hey,don't worry. You'll be ok buddy." I ignored his offering to me food,but I suggested water only. Hell,my mouth was perched with dryness and needed several glasses of water. Boy,my body throbbed with pain. I had awoke once more,only to stare at the ceilng fan above,while everything became motionless. A pressing of hands were placed over my entire body,and I became frozen for a few seconds,managing to move myself out of this paralyzed state.
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Post by Cuaresma1971 on Feb 20, 2007 13:39:18 GMT -4
Really,I had a dream around the 5:00 A.M. hour this morning. The scenario as 1/4 of my dreams in the past 12 months taking place in my former residential house back in the East Bay. I was relaxed,laying on a couch inside this house with my feet pointing to one side of these walls and head back facing towards my sister who was sitting on a chair behind me. "Did you know I was the only person to find a name inside this clue by my teacher. It was awesome!" exlaimed my sister. "Umm..uh,uh. What was it?" I had asked. "Well,our history teacher gave all of us a art picture painted in blotched mixed coloring. All we had to do was look at the picture and see what could hold the key to a person,place or thing wrapped inside this artform." "Go on." "We were all there looking at the picture like a bunch of cluesless morons,thinking'well it looks like nothing,why bother' right? I then uscrambled these hidden letters inside of it and then all of a sudden I yelled out to Mr. Barrio by raising my hand 'I know it! It's KENTUCKER4!' And I was waiting for Barrio to prove me right. And you know what?" "What?" "He said I was right. Inside this awful blotched artwork held the word KENTUCKER4." Out of curiousity I asked "Who is this Kentucker4. Or is this word a thing or ..." Before I finished my sister cut right in "No. No. I know KENTUCKER4. I really do." "When? Who is this person?" No response. Again I questioned "Are you sure about that? Who is KENTUCKER4?" No response. A third time around still no answer. This tablet writing amoungst a 80's computer graph sheet ,you know those type of blue box sequences back around in the late 70's to the remainder of the 80's when it was used to make out a computer printout of names,currency report graphs,and computer graphics? The answer on this piece of paper said "YES. KENTUCKER4. 100%" I was actually looking at my sisters piece of paper without turning my head as though I was using the power of mental telepathy. I must tell you ,that the scenario took place about over 20 years ago,although this incident had never took place. I just remember as if was back in those days. She did have this history teacher at one time as Mr. Barrio,back in 1980 however. Strangely,when I took his history class,there was a time when Mr. B did refer to a KENTUCKER whom my class at that time were supposed to figure out. He never through out the remainder of the class year really figured out who Mr. B was mentioning about. ?
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Post by Cuaresma1971 on Feb 20, 2007 13:43:39 GMT -4
I would like to hear the person with the alias Kentucker4 response to this by using the "MSG for Cuaresma1971' topic. I do not know when you were born or who you are,but this is one of my rather trippy dream.
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Post by Cuaresma1971 on Feb 23, 2007 18:28:08 GMT -4
It was back in third grade during the 1979-1980 school year. One of my classmates I first met then,Leo Chavez,approached me in a hurry after bullies and other pesty children out in the hallways were pushing and using verbal language towards him as he was hiding a piece of paper that almost everyone wanted to kill him for it. I must of been really naive not to harrass him as well,since whatever he possessed had a value so great,even if I was greedy would of betrayed my friendship to Leo. Almost out of breath,Chavez in tantrum accussed me of getting him deeply into touble. "See what you and your sister did. Everyone is picking on me with this stupid drawing your sister told you about" as he unrolled out this tubing of paper and showed it to me. It was the blotched drawing of the hidden message 'KENTUCKER4' my sister had revealed during her 8th grade history course. "Stupid pendejo!" little Chavez exlaimed. "How come I'm stupid ?" I asked. "Because you are for making me hide this for you "then he sobbed. After a bit ,Leo Chavez then stuffed this "get your hands on" artwork into his open lid desk,but decided to roll it up with a rubber band and stuff it inside the hangar closet used to store our jackets inside. The muffled sound of kids outside the hallway were yelling"Hey,let us in. We know your hiding that. We're going to tell Princiipal Bristow on you guys." Aroused into awakening for at least a half n' hour before drifting off into the hypnogogic dreamstate. I was outside the railroad tracks along the side of it. I was dressed in blue jeans; a white t-shirt and a leather jacket. The railroad workers in this view had vehicles of their own; late 1960's make/models. "Hey sonny,you got that job application you'd filled out?" demanded my boss. "Yeah,sure. Wait a second now" as I pulled it out from my jacket. "Here it is boss." After looking at it,he looked satisfied with it. "It looks good sonny boy" with pride. "Hey,listen. You might want to do yourself a favor and get rid of your leather jacket." "Why?" "Because your officially now in the raillroad business." Everything went by fast that the next thing I knew what was happening was a time afterwards. I was driving a mid-60's Chevy PU hauling in gear over to the railroads running over a manhole planted near the tracks. "Watch were you driving!" yelled out my boss. "You looking to kill yourself on the tracks today?" "Morning Bob" feeling good this day. "You'd better get your butt in gear. We're falling behind our big project as of late. The governer announced to Union Pacific,the state can't budget our work any longer,you know. Vietnam and all that other crap the gov't is using to send over our boys your age to fight in the jungles is taking away our time." I felt worried that without any more money,how am I going to make it. I got Maryanne and our soon to be born child to support. "You wanna make your girl happy don't you handsome" Bob said as he gave me a few pats of slaps on my face while smiling to say'you better get to work and don't slack off.' "Listen,umm. Bob. With this backed behind work of ours,I'm thinking I'm going to either quit this construction job and join the army,or make us all rich." Suddenly Bob's smiling face became expressed with a big dissapointment. "We need you! You just can't leave like that." "Ah,heck you can do without me. There are other boys out there with no work,dropping out of school and joining the Army or looking for work to avoid being drafted by Uncle Sam." Nothing was said but "Well,I'll be da*ned. A young good looking man like yourself want to die in the jungles. What about Maryanne and that little kid whose going to come out fo the basket like what,in less than a few months from now. Who is going to support them. You ,after your dead. " I said "this is my last day on the job. I got some other plans in mind." I drove off in the PU and never talked to Bob or my other crew again. Later on that night,I waited for everyone to leave the railroads. With not just myself in the vehicle,but with two other odd looking characters whom I picked up from juvenile hall early that afternoon. They were no escaped juviees with me as the accessory to that. We had observed and stake out the railroads for at least a hour already. As soon as Bob and this other guy had left work,I with these two juviniles almost instantly hopped out of the PU and armed ourselfs with a few sledgehammers,picks,and machinery tools,we hit a area a few feet from the tracks first with a picks and shovels,then one of my buddies dug deep into this area and a loud thud smacked a board. The crack of the board was loud. "Easy I told him. Not soo loud alright." After all three of us pried this heavy wooden board open,wallah. A huge bundle of green paper we all looked at. This was it. Two mobsters before being sentenced to prison for tax evasion convictions had early on that same year hid a large stash of money they both robbed from a federal bank nearby the railroads. I now was going to be the ultimate possesser of this fortune both dagos left underground. Suddenly, a chain at full speed was heard coming down our direction. All three of us were hesitant at first with the greed of this dough,playing around with it like we were the happiest bunch of people in the entire world. The trainconductor yelled out in a bullhorn "Halt. This is the F.B.I. Drop the green and slowly put your hands above your head. You're all under arrest for robbery" was pathetically order. "You got nothing on us,but a bunch of kids" said Jimmy "the whop" ,one of my accomplices innocently said." Frankie Abbadono as he was called in juvie calmly said to Jim and I "They can't shot us. You know why. We're not armed and pose no threat to these G-men. So,on the count of 3 we start hauling butt towards the post office across the street." "But the building is closed. There is no way to enter. Besides they'll be running towards it. It's the first across we're standing." "Look,trust me. I know this town better than you." The Feds were coming in closer now after the conductor who was a agent of theirs stopped the train about 100 yards. One. Two men with shotguns and houndogs used to snuff us down in escape,armed also with flashlights came down the tracks. Two. Jimmy yelled out "come and get us coppers. We aint going to back to jail." Boy what a thing to say. Three. Before "three" was up. We hauled towards the Post office like a frieght train. The sunffing dogs were barking loudly now. A warning shot was fired from one of these federal agents. Instead of myself running towards the building,I ran beyond that and into streets of this small town. Another gunshot blast and either Jimmy or Frankie was hit as I heard a loud yell as hound dogs were bitting him. I ran like hell,trying to look for a place to hide. There was a wooden fence I climbed over and into a church. No use running inside. They would find me there. Behind it about another 100 yards was another wooden fence. Behind it was a trailer lot. I ran towards it and heard the sirens of police cars passing in front of the church towards the railroad tracks. A hand pulled me onto the ground after I hopped over the fence. I thought at first,I was caught. It turned out to be Frankie. He had escaped. "Shhh. I know a way out of this town. Just follow me. " Suddenly I seen a dark shadow across the field from the trailer lot staring at both of us. It motioned for both Frankie and I to follow it. We both ran after it as shadow was running like a athelete.
End of dream.
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Post by Cuaresma1971 on Feb 27, 2007 18:27:23 GMT -4
This dream way early this morning involved a big fat naked man who was binded by chains around his body facing a unseen individual at a podium. Actually it was a judge passing down a final sentence upon this man standing before him. On both sides of the podium were two angels armed with swords. Begging for mercy the very obese man looked before his judge "But,I am not worthy to recieve just punishment. I did not intend to hurt those people." "Yes you did. I have records from your birth to the very last moment of your life. In fact I know everything about you wretched one." "You are divine and merciful...Lord. I take my vows this time before you and ask for pardoning." "To late for that servant of Satan." "No. No..Please .....don't do ...." All of a sudden a man donned in a black costume resembling the infamous legend Zorro leaped forward to this condemned man and thrusted a lance into his body. "AAaagh!" bursted out a scream of pain. The marble floor underneath was opened and the nude fell down below." With a saying ,Zorro with confidence "Well,that takes care of another one" while looking down below this endless sky. Quickly myself followed the fallen down below but was ordered by the judge to come back "I'm not through with you." Along with this condemened man another was dropped out of the sky and soon followed. It was a very long drop. Both individuals were dropped into a realm of endless bare trees with no leaves. The forest covered with mist and looked to be leaveless. Both were now caught in the limbs of one tree. The naked man cried "I didn't want to kill anyone. It just happened." The tree nearby came alive with eyes wide open and yelled out a loud blast of terrifying sounds of that of a lion. A primitive form of a naked Ugandan headhunter armed with a pitchfork about the size of a midget thrusted its weapon into the back of both the naked and and his fellow condemened prisoner both whom were condemened. Another headhunter leaped onto the tree and with such tenaciousity began to rip apart the pair on the tree and mauled them into pieces. Soon,a swarm of midget predators joined in. All was heard now was echoes of ravaged preys. As for me,I expressed out a smile and felt at peace. Justice was now being served.
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