Connected

Okay, second post for the Confession Weekend.

Let me ask you this first: Do you believe in sharing dreams? As in, your dream is exactly the same with someone else’s or possibly, you going into their dream?

Friday night was the freakiest night I ever experienced because I think I shared a dream. I think I went into someone else’s dream that night. I know that person. I know him very well, in fact.

I will NOT disclose the person’s name so I shall call him Tim. ;)

It started with me holding a box then I fell and bashed the box onto Tim’s head. Then I yelled, “Gasoline!” Then we sat down on a bench and I was watching him play with him iPod, he was playing an App about cars. BORING.

After that, we went to an unfamiliar shopping mall and suddenly, a dozen security guards were chasing after us. I wondered why and Tim cried, “The manager hates me!” So we were playing Catch with the guards in the shopping mall. I remember a few close calls and tumbling down escalators. I finally lost them and I saw Tim coming up the escalator with two witch hats on his head (but in leprechaun green) and was holding a chicken drumstick in one hand and was holding a cotton candy in the other. He handed one of the hats to me and everything went fuzzy. 

After the fog cleared away, Tim and I were fixing jeeps. His top half of his body was buried in the jeep’s hood and he was teaching me the names of the different parts of the motor. I didn’t really care and told him every bit and piece was going to be called “thingy” to me. Then we were driving in the jeep, going to a wide, open space. Then I saw a sign, it read, “Fences allowed here.”

So I asked Tim, “What’s a fence? Can you do a fence?”

He chuckled and said, “If you wanted me to do a fence, you should’ve told me earlier.” Then I noticed there was a car in front, it was going at top-speed and it suddenly turned. When it was turning, the momentum was so great that the car was balanced on two wheels on the same side so it was perpendicular the ground! So it was kind of like a fence.

Then I screamed, “No!!! Don’t do a fence!” Then I was hiding behind Tim, screaming and screaming. But as I was shrieking, I could actually smell him. I could feel his presence beside me.

When I woke up, I SWEAR the scent was still lingering in my nose.

After analyzing my dream, I have come to the conclusion that I have most probably shared a dream, as I cannot highly believe that I can dream about CARS! I don’t even LIKE cars. And I have NEVER known what the HECK was a “fence” before this dream. Actually, I don’t even think the term even exists!