I had one helluva strange dream last night, Sometimes I wonder where they come from.

It started off in a park area, to my left is a bus stop with my friends in it. And straight infront of me is a brick pool. The pool is shallow, 3 inches at most. I am in the HipHop group Jurassic 5, and we have arrived to swim in the pool as we do a photo shoot.
We dived into the pool, I was the last one in. We swam round the rectangle path, and then got out at the end again. We had noticed that the photographer hadn't turned up, so we went toward the bus stop and sat down. I then noticed two people at the very end of the pool. I ran toward the pool and dived in, my old primary school teacher was calling me behind me telling me that the mini bus was here, but I couldn't stop. One of the people at the end of the pool was a tall man, He wore a long black coat, with two points at the end with the black buttons on. he had a tall black hat on and a white shirt. He carried a walking stick and had a black beard.
He was standing arm in arm with a beautiful lady, she had a white bonnet on and a little scarf hooked over each shoulder, and she had a long [dress that was shaped like a bell.
These two people just walked off, I was left alone in the park with my other two friends, Gilly and Harris. We made our way to a river, it ran fast and there were three boats. Two boats were made out of a see-through blue persex, and the other was an inflatable looking boat. I had the inflatable boat and the others took the hard boats. We were going down the river at high speeds and we were ducking and diving left then right. It wasnt long before I had realised I had picked the short straw. My boat had difficulty turning to the right, It only went left. So If I wanted to go right I had to do a 270 degree turn and then go forward.
we arrived at our destination, Gilly and Harris pulled in to the right but I couldnt. I did the 270 degree turn but it sent me into a spin. I tackled hard trying to regain control, Eventually managing to pull in at the side.
I grabbed hold of a cable and towed myself against the strong current toward my friends. I made it to the post that held up the wire, and it had a sign on it saying ISDN.


I then went into the tall building. It was a blue frame style and had lots of glass in it. Inside were all little robots and dogs, some were half robot and half dog. We were playing with them and pushing them around.
We made our way around the tour and then came to a stand with meat and chicken on. bucko had taken some meat and said it was free, so I grabbed some and starting munching on it. Then we went into the main room.
There was a man at the front giving a talk, he was explaining about how a train went past, he said 'here it comes now' and he got all excited. A train then flashed by and we could see its reflection on the roof as it shot below us. The misalignment of the glass roof making the seperate reflections mismatch.

Then we made our ways back to the boats, the current had died down and we sped down to a new building. Inside on the walls there were computer terminals and phones embedded into the walls. My brother was pressing buttons as we walked past and my mum was telling him off every time. Eventually they broke off from me to get some ice-cream and I walked slowly down the hall. each step really slow. Everybody was staring at me, I made it to a door. I opened the door and woke up

I was supposed to play Robin in a new Batman movie. The unique thing about this movie was that the heroes only wore their masks for the first scene, then kept them off for the rest of the show. This was intended to cater to the teenage girl crowd, so that they could stare at the handsome male leads (don't count this as narcissism, I didn't look anything like I do IRL).

The first scene involved rappelling down a high, sheer wall. Batman and I removed our masks, tied thick blue cords around ourselves, and jumped. I was in freefall for two or three seconds before I yanked the rope to the side to slow my descent. Batman reached the bottom, and I shot back up to the top. Apparently we were each tied to opposite ends of the same rope. This was all according to plan. I untied my rope and headed away from the wall's edge, finding myself on a set of narrow wooden beams above the floor of a department store. While jumping and crawling from beam to beam, I accidentally put my weight on a piece of thin plywood and crashed through, falling to the floor below. I was basically uninjured, but concerned shoppers crowded around and asked if I was all right. Quite out of character, I told them it was all in the script, picked myself up, and moved on.

Still in the Robin persona, I was headed on a missionary expedition to the nation of Tonga. I walked through a beautiful countryside near what looked like English castles, on my way to the river where I was to meet the expedition. Old women in Mother Teresa garb followed me, asking questions. I told them where I was headed, and they pointed to a high, rocky cliff, saying I would have to go up. Unable to scale it, I walked along a narrow ledge in an attempt to go around to a shallower grade. One of the women, now on a similar ledge across a gap from me, shouted that I was still going the wrong way, but I told her I was going around, and she relented. Instead she asked me why I was doing the job I was. After a moment's thought, I replied, "Money." The woman nodded, and wrote that down on a memo pad. "What else?" she asked. "Girls," I said. She wrote that down, and asked two more times, "What else?", to which each time I replied "Um... girls," again. I realized that she hadn't really written "Girls" three times, but "Comfort," "Security," and "Prosperity." I asked her why she'd done that, and she replied with a smile, "When you get a girl, she'll provide for you and care for you, so you will be happy." I didn't have the heart to tell her that such things didn't quite work out that way in the movie biz.

I made it to the river, but the expedition wasn' t waiting there. There had been some kind of disaster. The boat was in pieces, floating down the river, and the crewmembers were nowhere to be seen. I decided to do what I could, picking up pieces of the boat, wading and swimming toward its intended destination. The pieces were not very boat-like; the ones I can recall were pins from the backs of beeper tags like at JC Penney's. I eventually made it to a shallow, fast-flowing part of the river amid jungle huts, where I walked double-speed due to the current. I started to clamber out of the water near what looked like a campsite, but an old man told me to go around and through a lashed-together wooden archway instead. I did so, and the natives (looking suspiciously like the women from earlier) came warily to greet me.

"You're a missionary? From the boat?"
"Yes, the boat. The Euphoria. The Happy Euphoria."

But none of the other crew had arrived. They had turned back long ago. I found myself back at an "expedition office," explaining the situation to a secretary. "When will the Euphoria be leaving again?" I asked. But she couldn't find it on her big calendar. I realized she was as socially inept as I, and so with frustration told her, "Fine, fine. I guess I'll just have to come back here every two days to check."

I was a priest and I had a box that contained all of my essentials. My mom stumbled upon the box and looked through my Bible. Inside was a notecard that read "Satan..(had 2 pentagrams)...Satan." I saw her see this and I thought, "Oh shit." She turned to me and yelled at me for having that in my Bible, besides, I am a priest right?

She started to play my cds and rewind them so it would play backwards. The first one she put on was a Marilyn Manson cd that I had never heard before. She rewinded a couple of songs and realized that there were no backwards messages on it. Then she played another cd that ended up being rap and I told her, "Ummm, that's not mine." She played a third one and I heard the beautiful voice of Trent Reznor come on, once again something I have never heard of his.

After that dream I had a dream where an old friend of mine, Reuben, wanted me to stay over at his house. So I asked my dad if I could and he said, "Yeah." I went to my closet to get some clothes and searching through my shirts I saw a bundle of black ones. About half the shirts were Marilyn Manson and there was a cool long sleeve one that had printing all over the front, on the back it had "Evil" and some design up on the left shoulder blade. I put that one on and took off.

That was the extent of my night, is my conscious trying to tell me something?

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