So many of them are about people and places. Events and changes. I have some pretty wacked out dreams. I have had about 2 dreams about Saddam Hussein. I have had a dream within the last year about walking over to Germany, just walking from the American continent to Germany like it was somewhere down the neighborhood.
I have had dreams where I die, where the situation is that I am myself while I am another person (sort of like Quantum Leap the TV series). I have had dreams where I meet celebrities and give them advice. I had a really strange dream about being in a war with the North Koreans that I made part of a 3D model recreation of.
I have had many dreams about being back in the U.S. Army. One of those Army dreams is where I am in the Army and using new technology that hasn't been invented yet. I have a number of dreams that revolve about technology or products that hasn't been invented, implimented, or marketed yet.
On the night of January 20th - morning of January 21st 2004, I had a dream that I was in a town. I think that it was the town that I live in but it looked different. There were many Native Americans who lived there in tribes, but they lived on the outskirts of the town. There was this religious leader who was very reknown and respected but he was different.
He constantly babbled in oracles or riddles all of the time. He so often wore some type of platform shoe that was about maybe 5 inches tall from the height of a normal shoe sole. He walked with these crutch looking things that were not crutches but he used them like ski poles for balance.
He looked a lot like pope John Paul the second but also looked a little like Nigel Hawthorne. He seemed a bold but sincere old man that was dressed very similar to the pope. He walked around the community babbling riddles and staring at people while babbling some more riddles then walking off like he was ignoring everyone and babbling some more riddles.
He would preach stuff in these riddles. He usually babbled a bunch of suff like, "Home is where it belongs" "Take it home" "The soul, home to the soul" "Take the soul home" "Home is for the soul" "The soul" "Without the soul, home is not what it is" "But where with would the soul be without the home?"
"Home makes the soul what it is" "Home" "The soul" "The home and the soul" "The home is in the soul and the soul in the home"
That man would babble that stuff all day. Walking up and down the road saying that stuff over and over but it was slightly different each time he said it. But no one thought the man was crazy. They just looked at him as a part of the environment. Then one day I was talking to that old man who babbled the riddles.
He showed some type of understandable behavior when I talked to him. He wanted to destroy off the Native Americans from the area. He knew that the tribes could be provoked to fight themselves. He preached his intentions to them to instigated them into skirmish.
He looked at me and told me how fun for him it would be to see the tribes kill each other. He said that he hated them because they polluted his dream for the land or something. The old man seemed pretty wacked to me. I didn't think that he was that type, to instigate tribes to war.
He tried to get me to instigate the tribes but I refused. So he provoked them himself. The tribes were so enraged that they fought and killed so many. I have never seen anything like it. It was so messed up, there was dead gut spilled bodies all over the field. It all made the old man smile and he continued to babble new riddles in the community.
That was about the end of the dream.
Most dreams are difficult for me to remember when I wake up because of constantly changing things in the dream and the conditions when I have the dream. I will try to list all of the dreams in the best way that I can so they could be understood.
January 24, 2004 January 19, 2004 Bullet dream January 31, 2004 Korean War
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