March 12, 2006
Three dreams this past week
I was climbing up a very snowy hill from Montana to Alberta. It was in some sort of small town near the Alberta border. The snow was high and slippery and it was a struggle. While climbing and struggling, I came across a red car that has been buried in the snow. It looked like the snow took them by surprise. I wiped off the windshield and moved the snow away from the doors. The driver opened up and he asked me where I was going. I told him I was going towards the border and he says to me that I didn't need to make this trek. There was an easier way: Highway 14, in which he called "The Great Escape Highway". Wondering why I haven't thought of that, I climbed down the hill, leaving the driver and his passenger in the car. I got inside of a blue car that was in the town at the foot of the hills. I got in and woke up before I started on my way.
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I was watching a porn film. The man was able to carry three women on his arms. He picked one of them, and threw her on the couch. He started undressing her and she started sucking his cock. The porn film turned into a documentary of the guy. He says that people do need to exercise at least two times a day. He said that he is forced to exercise for the rest of his life. If he ever stopped, his eyes would jaundice, his heartrate would become erratic and his health would deteriorate. The announcer said that he died shortly after the interview for apparently not exercising for only two days. What was weird about this dream is that I put in an internet search for exercise and death. A lot of results came up. I wonder if I was integrating a report on TV about sudden death in athletes with my dreams
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I was part of a dance choreography group for a large scale off-Broadway production directed by some director. His first name is either Frank or Henry. I remember because his first name was in bold letters in either yellow or green letters with a dancer on top of each letter doing something incredibly fancy. His last name was in red and green letters with a dancer on top of each letter doing something incredibly fancy. The scene that I was in took place inside a grocery store with two principle cast members. I was in a large group of extras. This group of extras was divided into three parts in front of the grocery store. The farthest was wearing green shirts. The ones in the middle were wearing red and we were wearing black. All three groups were divided by cast iron tube dividers painted black. One principle actor was going up and down the lanes of the grocery store. Whenever he approached the lane closest to whichever group of extras (green, red or black), we would recoil away from this actor and then crawl slowly back up to him while he had his back to us. This happened for a total of three times. The second principle actor walked from the back towards the grocery isles. The group that I was in (wearing the black) stood up and moved out of the way for him to enter. Both principle actors wore black suits. One with a black tie and one with a black and white striped tie. (I don't recall what the lyrics were). We, in the black, all then formed a large circle, standing a good distance away while the extras, in the red, started doing complex flips, turns and somersaults one at a time. From that point it felt like someone turned on the "fast forward" or "fast motion" button on.
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I was watching a porn film. The man was able to carry three women on his arms. He picked one of them, and threw her on the couch. He started undressing her and she started sucking his cock. The porn film turned into a documentary of the guy. He says that people do need to exercise at least two times a day. He said that he is forced to exercise for the rest of his life. If he ever stopped, his eyes would jaundice, his heartrate would become erratic and his health would deteriorate. The announcer said that he died shortly after the interview for apparently not exercising for only two days. What was weird about this dream is that I put in an internet search for exercise and death. A lot of results came up. I wonder if I was integrating a report on TV about sudden death in athletes with my dreams
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I was part of a dance choreography group for a large scale off-Broadway production directed by some director. His first name is either Frank or Henry. I remember because his first name was in bold letters in either yellow or green letters with a dancer on top of each letter doing something incredibly fancy. His last name was in red and green letters with a dancer on top of each letter doing something incredibly fancy. The scene that I was in took place inside a grocery store with two principle cast members. I was in a large group of extras. This group of extras was divided into three parts in front of the grocery store. The farthest was wearing green shirts. The ones in the middle were wearing red and we were wearing black. All three groups were divided by cast iron tube dividers painted black. One principle actor was going up and down the lanes of the grocery store. Whenever he approached the lane closest to whichever group of extras (green, red or black), we would recoil away from this actor and then crawl slowly back up to him while he had his back to us. This happened for a total of three times. The second principle actor walked from the back towards the grocery isles. The group that I was in (wearing the black) stood up and moved out of the way for him to enter. Both principle actors wore black suits. One with a black tie and one with a black and white striped tie. (I don't recall what the lyrics were). We, in the black, all then formed a large circle, standing a good distance away while the extras, in the red, started doing complex flips, turns and somersaults one at a time. From that point it felt like someone turned on the "fast forward" or "fast motion" button on.
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