Dream: March 28, 2006

I dreampt I was with one of our school's athletic teams. We were in competition for some unnamed event. It was being held at south high school, and me being a goofy klutz ended up in the wrong locker room or some how ended up in one of south's locker rooms, unbeknown how. I would like to say that each school of at least four schools was divided into two teams. Well, while I was in south's locker room I noticed the unmerciful killing of half their team. It was sort of reminiscent of the 1972 Olympics where all those Jews got killed, but I dare say Jews didn't get killed and it wasn't at the hands of the Muslims either. It was sort of set up in a Russian looking bath house, but instead of large pieces of granite, limestone, and aging marble, it was the look of Sullivan County Institutionalized Green, the sorry color scheme put in place in the 50s by SCDE to unify, or beautify, or something, but it looks sort of like baby shit green. Well to get back to my dreams, I would like to state that while at this great event in Kingsport, we all carried our Econ/Gov books from class. It seemed kind of odd seeing as how my mind labeled this as an athletic event. Back to the story, after I witnessed the unnamed killing of about 6 or so persons, I started to recall a past dream I had, or maybe it wasn't a dream, but it was as if the Metal door in the corner of the locker room, wasn't linked to a boiler room, but to a series of dusty and corroded catacombs, in which thousands upon thousands of countless souls were being enslaved into time. After escaping the killing unnoticed I sneaked out to tell my friends and anyone who could help, I told a few people and then, it seemed more like we were in a Russian Gulag, so I an and hid in an abandoned wing of the lockers, which opened up to a big large area within the lockers, which most surly isn't actually there. So I ran in there and hid to escape detection from a guard who was sitting atop a large ladder chair, similar to that of a life guard at the Bristol YMCA, the one that usually sits in the transom from pool to pool in that small unused area. Anyhow, I stole away, until the other groups started to dismiss, then I ran into Caleb and started talking to him, I wasn't caught and we neared toward a pool, maybe one in the fashion of the YMCA. Shortly after this I woke up.

I would like to add the reasoning for me posting these dreams.

1- It has come to my attention that some feel I am not right, i.e. crazy, mean, sadistic, loony, schizophrenic, sociopaths, etc.

2- I have begun to question and second-guess nearly every action or reaction cast be anyone. Whether it be a friend, family, or loved one, I take every action into consideration and weigh whether it might play into a larger scheme of things.

3- I am thinking of a career in Mental Heath, be it on myself, or me professing it to other.

4- I try and justify all of my actions into my mindset for the day, like for example I am currently working on setting up a regiment to help me get in better standings with life, and the living.

5- I was bored, and decided this would be something fun to do, regardless if someone reads them or not.

I would also like to note what I had for dinner that night, as it is commonly said an odd amount of food, or an odd food will sometimes set off unusual dreams.

I had:

2 or three regular helpings of homemade spaghetti, spread out over a 3 hour or so time frame. I added an immense amount of cheese, both cheddar and mozzarella, to this dish. Some of it I warmed up, and some of it I ate cold.

I had three glasses of Sam's Club Sweet Tea, and one 20 Blue Gatorade.

I ate a bowl of Coffee Ice Cream, mixed with a Bowl of French Vanilla Ice Cream, both Breyer's brand.

I hate two pieces of garlic bread; with the first helping of spaghetti I ate.

I ate a white crme cake, and half of a homemade coconut