Dream: Monday, March 27, 2006

I was lying in a bed, not my bed, not her bed, but in a bed. This bed was beside an identical bed, having a size of a king or queen size bed, but matching another bed to the left of identical characteristics with a blue bed spread on both of them. I had two broke legs, and a broke arm, and I was lying with a girl, who appeared to be Paula M.G. as if we were about to have sex. Her "father" was lying in the bed beside of us, who appeared to be James G. In a later event, I think we may have had sex, but when asked by various people of whom I don't remember, I simply said I don't know, I feel like I have just been asleep all this time. There was some time lapse, or at least enough for her "father" to get out of bed and walk out of the room. Then in walk two people I don't know, but know of. One is the new kid who sits at the far senior table in lunch, the other was a person who my friend Tommy has to keep telling me who he is, and with doing so as soon as the kid walks in I ask who he is, and suddenly Tommy is to my left as I still lay in the bed with Paula and he yells at me once again about me not knowing the guys name. After a while more and more people come into the room. I look out the window and it seems to be an aerial view of Fort Myers, but it's different. There are automobiles everywhere, in yards, on sidewalks, in parking spaces, in the roads, all around. These are not typical cars; these are junk cars as if we are in a junkyard. About this time Aaron walks in and tells me why we have not been in contact. He tells me that him and all of his crew, and their girlfriends went out, and their simply wasn't enough room for me, and not that I was forgotten. Also, he had to go pick up Troy in his Camaro or Trans-Am depending on which view of the dream I remember correctly. Aaron then goes to tell me the story of the past evening's trip to the mall. We are leaning against the window above the bed, and it is cracked in an odd pattern. It has like the word McKenzie cracked in it. While he is telling me the story, which I don't recall due to the noise and music, Nick Moore leans over like to tell me something listening to his Ipod Shuffle and I lean him away from us, and Aaron lets out a sigh. Some time passes and I begin to leave. I don't know if I am with anyone or even in an automobile, but I am moving past all the junk cars in which there are a lot of Ford F-150s and I think of snatching my dad a new or newer tailgate for his truck as it is actually badly damaged in real life. I come to a stop light and look and see a dog to my right. It is standing next to an old building. I go past the building and on to stop at stoplight. This stop light was just like the one across from the Fort Myers bridge, but as soon as I cross in under it, it become the one in front of the Bluff City Bridge, but just as I cross onto the bridge I realize it is not the current bridge but the trestle bridge from years earlier. At about this time my memory starts to wane, and I don't recall the rest of the dream, except I am crossing the bridge and I look back and see the junk trucks on the side walk and median, and then I woke up

Notes: I could have actually been in a hospital, which would account for the high story view, the matching beds, regardless of size, and the cheapness of the windows, which I failed to note earlier.

I think that all of this connects in one way or another but due to the fact of giving away too much info on people who were just in my dreams, I will choose not to describe the full connections.