There is a baby inside and he has a tube that is connected to his mouth for breathing. I can see that there is some powder or dust running the length of the tube so I ask the people who are guarding him why he has the tube for breathing if there is dust in it. So they explain that thebaby can breathe on his own and doesn't NEED the tube to breath but that they do not want to expose the rest of the kingdom to the asbestos inside the tube.

"ASBESTOS?!", I exclaim. "Don't you know that can kill the baby!!!!?". They didn't seem to care, so I cause this distraction and get them to look away from the crib and once they are turned away, I pulled the tube away from the baby's face and from out of nowhere Trinity (from Matrix) appears and she grabs the baby and we run off through the kingdom.

At this point I become an observer and I watch as all these people come out of nowhere to capture Trinity and take the baby back. The person that was most successful in the chase was a 16 year old girl. She was attacking Trinity and Trinity could only use one hand to try and defend herself as she was holding the baby in the other hand. The girl cornered trinity and with a knife she started stabbing the hand that held the baby. Trinity let go of the baby and grabbed him with her other arm and the girl stabbed that hand too.

Expecting that Trinity would no longer attempt to hold the baby, the girl stood away thinking she just won the battle but trinity just brabbed the baby with the first hand that got stabbed and she ran off through the kingdom. As Trinity ran away, she realized that the 16 year old girl was her very own daughter and that she was the baby the King forced her to give away when Trinity first gave birth. Trinity was grieving that her own child was turned against her but held the baby tight with her bleeding hand, mindful of her purpose in that child's life: Savior.

During that whole scene (I can't recall in what sequence these parts happened), I also saw some type of roll sheet with names of children up to the age of 16 and then another roll sheet with the names of young adults up to the age of 24. I also heard someone calling out the name Berlin.

The next thing I know I am in this old man's office and I am supposed to do some record keeping. He asks me where I'm from and I tell him Harry Reid is my boss and he says he never heard of my division within the company we both worked for. I laugh and tell him that my division is responsible for bringing in 60% of the total company profits. He leaves the room and I begin to look at my task and I turn and notice his light grey leather couch is all marked up from a Sharpie Pen. I see that the Sharpie is laying on the couch and as I reach for it, the old man comes back in and starts freaking out that I marked up his couch. I told him that he was misunderstood and that I just noticed it and he came to me, grabbed me and told me that I had to french kiss him or else I would be fired for ruining his executive couch. So we kissed.

The next thing I know I am with about 10 men and they are all dressed in what look like track uniforms, like they are going to relay race or something. So they go through a series of obstacles in an obstacle course and there is a timer which is tracking their time. Then I realize that I'm supposed to be keeping track of their progress and now they are halfway through and I'm in a panic trying to document who is who and what their times are.

After they finish, nothing really comes of the fact that I had no idea who did what, only just knowing who won and we are sitting in the desert celebrating. We are sitting under this arched rock formation. I hear this small droning sound and it was getting louder and louder. I realize it is a bullet or a bomb which is coming closer and closer and suddenly these helicopters appeared out of these clouds and started shooting at us. We ran for cover and when I looked out towards the desert, I saw that there were these huge and giant pillars that reached up to the sky. I ran to a pillar for cover.

The end

that's it. no more salsa verde before bedtime for you Supa!

I thought it was about the piano they found on the beach in Florida....

Cool !

I have been having incredible weirdass sex dreams ... like 3 a night

Dark twisted crazy ass sex dreams

I love your dreams

Lisa10 said:

I love your dreams

A baby is kidnapped, a lady gets stabbed, a grafitti couch forces me to kiss an old man to keep my job and I'm nearly assassinated by helicopters simply for not tracking a competition!

SupaFunkyOrgangrinderSexy said:

Lisa10 said:

I love your dreams

A baby is kidnapped, a lady gets stabbed, a grafitti couch forces me to kiss an old man to keep my job and I'm nearly assassinated by helicopters simply for not tracking a competition!

I'd like to get drunk with you.

Lisa10 said:

SupaFunkyOrgangrinderSexy said:

A baby is kidnapped, a lady gets stabbed, a grafitti couch forces me to kiss an old man to keep my job and I'm nearly assassinated by helicopters simply for not tracking a competition!

I'd like to get drunk with you.

And I, you!

Oooo kaayyy, that dream was really all over the place... it was fun trying to imagine the visions you spoke of. Very interesting!

Lately, I keep having a repetitive dream. I dreamt this dream at least 5 times now.

IRL I have a bedbuddy, he is older and I like him a lot. We have been seeing eachother well over a year now.

This is what I keep dreaming...

I am in a red room, red ribbons, everything is beautifully decorated and ornate. I am dressed in a fabulous red gown, holding beautiful flowers... it's a wedding dress. My bedbuddy is holding my right hand pulling me down an aisle. I am screaming, NO NO LET ME GO! STOP!

He is dragging me down this aisle, flowers flying everywhere as I pelt him with the bouquet, people who I know are looking at me sorta shocked, eyes wide open... but standing quietly as if they don't know what to do.

I see a preacher dressed in white.. so I go ballistic at the sight of the preacher. I start slapping my bedbuddy with my beautiful bouquet of flower even harder, petals flying everywhere.

But my groom remains quiet and patient, tender, as if he understood me... not taking it personal, but still not letting go. Determined fucker...

I panick and go nuts, kicking and trying to pull away, but he is strong and tall. I try in vain to rip my hand away from his grip, he holds me and kisses my forehead and keeps moving toward the preacher.

The preacher sees us and smiles, but I keep on screaming, I start to kick and bite him, my flowers are broken twigs and there is ribbon everywhere, yet my groom remains unaffected. He smiles at me tenderly while I scream and cry begging him to let me go.

He doesn't... the preacher starts the ceremony, then this is when I jump outta my dream... horrified.

paintedlady said:

Oooo kaayyy, that dream was really all over the place... it was fun trying to imagine the visions you spoke of. Very interesting!

Lately, I keep having a repetitive dream. I dreamt this dream at least 5 times now.

IRL I have a bedbuddy, he is older and I like him a lot. We have been seeing eachother well over a year now.

This is what I keep dreaming...

I am in a red room, red ribbons, everything is beautifully decorated and ornate. I am dressed in a fabulous red gown, holding beautiful flowers... it's a wedding dress. My bedbuddy is holding my right hand pulling me down an aisle. I am screaming, NO NO LET ME GO! STOP!

He is dragging me down this aisle, flowers flying everywhere as I pelt him with the bouquet, people who I know are looking at me sorta shocked, eyes wide open... but standing quietly as if they don't know what to do.

I see a preacher dressed in white.. so I go ballistic at the sight of the preacher. I start slapping my bedbuddy with my beautiful bouquet of flower even harder, petals flying everywhere.

But my groom remains quiet and patient, tender, as if he understood me... not taking it personal, but still not letting go. Determined fucker...

I panick and go nuts, kicking and trying to pull away, but he is strong and tall. I try in vain to rip my hand away from his grip, he holds me and kisses my forehead and keeps moving toward the preacher.

The preacher sees us and smiles, but I keep on screaming, I start to kick and bite him, my flowers are broken twigs and there is ribbon everywhere, yet my groom remains unaffected. He smiles at me tenderly while I scream and cry begging him to let me go.

He doesn't... the preacher starts the ceremony, then this is when I jump outta my dream... horrified.

And here I thought I had commitment issues!

what kind of flowers?

SupaFunkyOrgangrinderSexy said:

paintedlady said:

Oooo kaayyy, that dream was really all over the place... it was fun trying to imagine the visions you spoke of. Very interesting!

Lately, I keep having a repetitive dream. I dreamt this dream at least 5 times now.

IRL I have a bedbuddy, he is older and I like him a lot. We have been seeing eachother well over a year now.

This is what I keep dreaming...

I am in a red room, red ribbons, everything is beautifully decorated and ornate. I am dressed in a fabulous red gown, holding beautiful flowers... it's a wedding dress. My bedbuddy is holding my right hand pulling me down an aisle. I am screaming, NO NO LET ME GO! STOP!

He is dragging me down this aisle, flowers flying everywhere as I pelt him with the bouquet, people who I know are looking at me sorta shocked, eyes wide open... but standing quietly as if they don't know what to do.

I see a preacher dressed in white.. so I go ballistic at the sight of the preacher. I start slapping my bedbuddy with my beautiful bouquet of flower even harder, petals flying everywhere.

But my groom remains quiet and patient, tender, as if he understood me... not taking it personal, but still not letting go. Determined fucker...

I panick and go nuts, kicking and trying to pull away, but he is strong and tall. I try in vain to rip my hand away from his grip, he holds me and kisses my forehead and keeps moving toward the preacher.

The preacher sees us and smiles, but I keep on screaming, I start to kick and bite him, my flowers are broken twigs and there is ribbon everywhere, yet my groom remains unaffected. He smiles at me tenderly while I scream and cry begging him to let me go.

He doesn't... the preacher starts the ceremony, then this is when I jump outta my dream... horrified.

And here I thought I had commitment issues!

what kind of flowers?

Deep red and peach calla lilies, peach roses, yellow lilies, green hydrangea, kangaroo paws in fuchsia, and brain celiosa .. just all colors in the peachy-to- burgundy...

the bouquet is really heavy and I'm yielding it like a lead bat

damn... I guess I do have issues. I love flowers so in my dream I take note, the flowers change in my dreams, but the reddish theme and gown stays the same.