Society today is being high jacked, not by "terrorists" but by the bankers, and the globalists. its time to wake up.
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Tell me about your thoughts as you think of these thoughts?
Society today is being high jacked, not by "terrorists" but by the bankers, and the globalists. its time to wake up.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
So last night I had a dream..
Okay, so it wasn't really last night that I had this dream, but most of the dream stories that I tell start out that way, and I didn't wanna lose my rhythm :P
I think I was 10 when I had this dream, It was one of those dreams that you can't forget due to the surrealness of the plot, location and ending. (I know "surrealness" is not technically a word according to Microsoft and Webster but it seems to be the only word to describe this dream!)
It starts out; I am 10 years old and I am walking down an old, New York City like subway staircase with my uncle and my father. The staircase that we were on led us into a crowded, extremely busy yet eerily silent subway waiting room. The waiting room was crowded with men and women who looked as if they were in New York sometime in the 1940's
I remember that there was no color whatsoever. Only my father, my uncle and I were in color. The color that filled us was as vivid as the dream that I am telling you.
I remember following them to a row of seats next to the wall. The chairs were the kind that you would sit on at Kaiser Permanente Hospitals.
Next to us on our left was a vending machine. Unlike any other vending machine that I've ever seen, there was an absence of advertising! Even in my lucid state of dreaming I understood that that was weird. (I love being able to use "that" twice in a row :P ) This vending machine was very well lit up despite the fact of having an absence of both color and advertising. I had tried to bang on the machine once to see if I could make something fall out and before my fist could come into contact with the machine, the vending machine made the sounds of one processing an order, but got stuck before it could fall out. This had weirded me out a little so I stepped back, looked around and swung at it again, this time making contact and making the machine shake a little, and to my 10 year old self's dismay, it did nothing to UN-stuck my unknown munchies.
I looked around again and got on my hands and knees to reach into the machine and grab my snack.
The second that I reached my hand into the machine, I realized my hand was stuck. (You could say I was caught with my hand in the cookie jar ;P )
I looked around to see if anyone noticed me looking as stupid as i felt as I received punishment, and luckily for me, everybody was too busy doing their own things to notice that I was having trouble, or so I thought.
I turned back to my predicament and saw that a GIANT rat had been inside of the vending machine, sitting near my hand. It walked in slow motion towards my hand. It's gnarled teeth were dripping with its saliva, its dirty, grey-ish brown hairs stuck out of it like a worn out old broomstick head. It's eyes were as red as of those of an albino animal.It inched closer and closer as I pulled and pulled. No leeway came from the pulling. I screamed and screamed but no sound came out, not even a minuscule vibration in my throat.
I looked around for help and nobody listened. Nobody payed any attention. I looked back once again to the vending machine and the rat had started climbing up my arm and was headed straight for my face! I YELLED with all my 10 year old might, and even so, not a sound left my lips. Although no sound escaped my trapped 10 year old self, My Father and Uncle both stood up and knocked the rat off of my shoulder just as its saliva gleeked from opening its rigid mandibles. The instant the rat was kicked off my shoulder, sound had returned and my continual battle cry shattered the vending machine as if it were made of glass. The glass shattered into smaller fragments and spread across the floor like a low tide on the beach, and with it restoring color to the rest of my dream.. And just like every other dream, it ended with me waking up.
So that was the dream I'll never forget. It is so vivid in my mind that I can Play, Pause, Fast Forward and Rewind the dream as if it were on Tivo. Random events that happen will sometimes make me think about that dream, as if my mind was reminding me of some of the consequences that follow cheap skating a vending machine. Feel free to comment telling me about some of your most memorable dreams along with what you learned from them! Id love to hear them.
** This is my first blog, so constructive criticism and PLENTY of comments is highly encouraged. Thanks :)
I think I was 10 when I had this dream, It was one of those dreams that you can't forget due to the surrealness of the plot, location and ending. (I know "surrealness" is not technically a word according to Microsoft and Webster but it seems to be the only word to describe this dream!)
It starts out; I am 10 years old and I am walking down an old, New York City like subway staircase with my uncle and my father. The staircase that we were on led us into a crowded, extremely busy yet eerily silent subway waiting room. The waiting room was crowded with men and women who looked as if they were in New York sometime in the 1940's
I remember following them to a row of seats next to the wall. The chairs were the kind that you would sit on at Kaiser Permanente Hospitals.
Next to us on our left was a vending machine. Unlike any other vending machine that I've ever seen, there was an absence of advertising! Even in my lucid state of dreaming I understood that that was weird. (I love being able to use "that" twice in a row :P ) This vending machine was very well lit up despite the fact of having an absence of both color and advertising. I had tried to bang on the machine once to see if I could make something fall out and before my fist could come into contact with the machine, the vending machine made the sounds of one processing an order, but got stuck before it could fall out. This had weirded me out a little so I stepped back, looked around and swung at it again, this time making contact and making the machine shake a little, and to my 10 year old self's dismay, it did nothing to UN-stuck my unknown munchies.
I looked around again and got on my hands and knees to reach into the machine and grab my snack.
The second that I reached my hand into the machine, I realized my hand was stuck. (You could say I was caught with my hand in the cookie jar ;P )
I looked around to see if anyone noticed me looking as stupid as i felt as I received punishment, and luckily for me, everybody was too busy doing their own things to notice that I was having trouble, or so I thought.
I turned back to my predicament and saw that a GIANT rat had been inside of the vending machine, sitting near my hand. It walked in slow motion towards my hand. It's gnarled teeth were dripping with its saliva, its dirty, grey-ish brown hairs stuck out of it like a worn out old broomstick head. It's eyes were as red as of those of an albino animal.It inched closer and closer as I pulled and pulled. No leeway came from the pulling. I screamed and screamed but no sound came out, not even a minuscule vibration in my throat.
I looked around for help and nobody listened. Nobody payed any attention. I looked back once again to the vending machine and the rat had started climbing up my arm and was headed straight for my face! I YELLED with all my 10 year old might, and even so, not a sound left my lips. Although no sound escaped my trapped 10 year old self, My Father and Uncle both stood up and knocked the rat off of my shoulder just as its saliva gleeked from opening its rigid mandibles. The instant the rat was kicked off my shoulder, sound had returned and my continual battle cry shattered the vending machine as if it were made of glass. The glass shattered into smaller fragments and spread across the floor like a low tide on the beach, and with it restoring color to the rest of my dream.. And just like every other dream, it ended with me waking up.
So that was the dream I'll never forget. It is so vivid in my mind that I can Play, Pause, Fast Forward and Rewind the dream as if it were on Tivo. Random events that happen will sometimes make me think about that dream, as if my mind was reminding me of some of the consequences that follow cheap skating a vending machine. Feel free to comment telling me about some of your most memorable dreams along with what you learned from them! Id love to hear them.
** This is my first blog, so constructive criticism and PLENTY of comments is highly encouraged. Thanks :)
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