Posted on: 2012-01-21 by Guest

its hard for me to fully recall my dreams because I dream multiple strands of non synchronous things simultaneously. I dream asynchronously and the landmarks of my dreams do not occur in the right order, while simultaneously they interlace with other dreams I am having, its like the events are in the right order while i am asleep, but when I wake up I lose the ability or access to the function in my brain that allows me to recall the dream in the right sequence. Its like when I sleep, my spirit loses its ability to control my physical body but my mind becomes fully unlocked and I have higher understanding, but when I wake up, my spirit gains the ability to control my physical body again, and everything I just understood slips away, leaving me the final emotion of my dream, and only a fragment of an ability to understand what just happened. Sometimes I wish that life was more like dreaming. Another one of my dreams... My dream started with me coming to and cutting off what I thought was the flesh from off of my leg. I peeled it all the way off and found out that it was some sort of bandage or cast because someone helped me get it off all the way. I started riding a skateboard and I was doing tricks. I was in a dark place and found my way to the light. I was skateboarding down a hill, there was somebody watching me from a distance yelling things out at me. at the bottom of the hill was a house, but there was an evil super being there and it was trying to kill me and other people that were there. I was evading it while someone else was fighting it. Eventually I was in a position I had to fight and I got ah-old of a shotgun and forced it to surrender. Having it captive I won the battle and all of sudden, I still had the shotgun, but it was just a stranger that we had captive, and the other person fighting was my best friend from the past. Our prisoners somehow tricked us and we had a standoff, they had guns and we did too. At some point I realized the shotgun I was holding was my first gun I had. And then I realized that I was in a familiar place. I dreamed that I was in a place that I forgot about and it was filled with things that I loved from my past. I was looking through it and found a small guitar in a wooden case then the new person who lived there came in and and was mad that I was looking around. I was an intruder to their house filled with my things. Then i said I was taking my stuff with me and when I went to get it, it was no where to be found. Frantically i could not find it, so everyone went to help me to search for it, but it was gone and I remember weeping in my dream, so I tried to head back but I was weak and the path was long and I felt like I was escaping from something but then I woke up...