motorcycle dream

dream begins looking at a weird black building located in the middle of a large freeway junction.  i meet with an unknown person.  i agree to do some sort of job.  he gives me and undisclosed item and we part ways.  i walk outside and hop on a sweet black motorcycle and speed away.  the freeway off and on ramps are skinny and confusing.  there are no signs.  i end up circling the building several times before i finally take the right one.  soon after i find the right ramp, a hobo on the side of the road starts chasing me on foot. he keeps saying insane things at me and is somehow keeping up with my bike.  i finally get away.  the dream ends.

a visit to the white house

sadly this dream was not as detailed as the last one.  this dream involved me walking up to the white house wearing normal clothes but i had with me a staff of some kind.  about shoulder high and made out of a dull grayish very light weight metal.  it was perfectly straight and round.

im walking through the grounds and come to a guarded door.  they are obviously tense and unhappy with me.  i am very calm and tell them i want to talk with the president.  they become agitated and make sure i know the guns pointed at my face are loaded and cocked.

i simply sigh and tell them they had better just get it over with and shoot me.  they look at each other and hesitate for a moment.  then i make a sudden step towards the nearest of the two and they open fire.  there is instantly a visible and luminescent shield that appears around me.  all of the bullets seem to fizzle into a bit of smoke on contact with the barrier around me.  my staff of metal now matching the luminescence and color of the shield.

the bullets stop and the smoke clears, they are dumbfounded and i give them an unenthusiastic smile.  i assure them that there is nothing they can do to remove me from the grounds and that they had better go inform their superiors to be prepared for my entry.

one of them departs into the doorway while the other starts yammering on his walkie talkie.  with in seconds im surrounded by unfriendly faces with unpleasant looking weapons pointed in my direction.  i simile again but genuinely this time.  "another demonstration perhaps?" and i begin to let my staff glow.  everyone gets nervous.  "the first one to pull a trigger will most likely wish they... " before i finish there is a barrage of bullets hurling themselves into my shield.  i let it continue for a moment before cocking my head to the side slightly, igniting their weapons into red hot scrap metal.  more than a few decided not to let go of their guns fast enough and as a result, now had angry looking burns.  "right, so can we move on now gentlemen?" i say with raised eyebrows.

the next scene takes place in a slightly dimmed room with a long table in the center.  seated around it are a dozen men that look as though ive just spit in their coffee.  there is a hostile silence.  the first to speak up was a indistinguishable man in a blue suit "what is your name and why have you come?"

"my name is not important and ive come to have a chat with who ever is in charge here.  i assume that would be the president and some of the people in this room?"  they didnt seem to like that answer very much.  many started asking, shouting and demanding all at once.  suddenly and with what looked like great strength i threw my staff at the center of the table.  before it made contact though it had turned into a vicious looking and immensely large sword.  it made a loud noise at it stuck into the table. it surprised everyone back into silence.  the sword was completely white and glowing and everyone in the room stared openly at it.  for a moment they seemed stunned.

"im afraid things are going to change here gentlemen weather you like it or not.  the sooner you all get used to the idea the better."  it was obvious no one liked that comment either.  they all stood up at once, taking a step away from the unnatural glowing sword but soon began again to demanding answers.  in an instant i was frustrated, impatient and angry.  the sword flew out of the table, turned back into a staff while in mid air and found its way back into my hand.  with a continued almost fluid motion, i spun and positioned my self to strike the underside of the table.  on contact it burst into a host splinters making a deafening noise.  "Enough!" i bellowed.

the final scene was from inside the oval office.  the president, along with a small handful of others were present.  the room was tense but tempers were controlled.  "i came to make friends mr.president, not to pick fights and bust up your furniture.  are you my friend or are you my enemy?"  i said calmly.  the president rubbed his eyes for a moment.  "if what you say is true,.. than i am your friend." he said.  "well im glad to hear that" i said, with a small smile.  everyone seemed to breath a bit easier then.  "what is it you want exactly?" a gray haired man in a black suit, standing against the wall asked.

"i have a task to perform and a work to accomplish." i said firmly.

"i see.." the president said raising an eyebrow.  "you still havent told us your name."

"as i said, its not important, but you can call me friend, or master." i said with my mind wondering.

"master?" he almost choked, trying to decide if he should let out a laugh.  "why master?" he asked grinning.

looking him full in the face, but without emotion i respond.
"because i have mastered a power you can not begin to understand."

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and then i wake up, to a txt message and an uncomfortable bladder.

the jail dream

it begins while im being wrongfully incarcerated.  i never learn the reason exactly but somehow my ex-wife was able to get me thrown in jail.

as part of the check in process i had to see a woman that would assign me a job and responsibilities for while i was to be kept in prison.  she was, surprisingly, the exact image of queen latifah, and very cruel.  while she was deciding what to do with me, she had me beaten and dragged through some foul smelling dirt.  after that she had some guards stand me up and then she dismissed them.  when we were alone she turned into barbara.  i was suddenly very glad to see her.  barbara was then very kind to me.  we kissed and embraced.  then she swore out loud and assigned me a job working in the womans tea shop (apparently this jail has a tea shop for women lol)

soon after barbara shape shifted back into queen latifah, then called some guards over to drag me to my cell.  it was a typical solitary confinement type room, like something you might see in movies.  no place to sit and no light.  the door looked more like it belonged to a bank vault.

i was not in there long before someone opened the door.  it turned about to be a long time friend of mine.  (it wasnt anyone i knew in real life and his name wasnt familiar but i felt like we had been life long friends)  anyway he hands me a weird looking pair of goggles with a built in snorkel and says "c'mon i need your help".  i went with him harboring only a dull curiosity. 

so we sneak out of the main compound and somehow find ourselves in a deserted area with a bunch of old warehouse looking buildings.  we broke into one of these and went down into a lower level.  it was completely underwater.  in the middle of the room there was a large safe.  my friend somehow got it open and we saw that in the bottom of the safe were a bunch of old books with bright colored bindings.  strangely they seemed to be perfectly preserved in the water.  we searched through them for a while until he found the one he was looking for. 

at this point i remember being slightly concerned at the fact that i had been underwater for more than a half hour and was able to breathe somewhat easily through my nose which was covered by the weird goggles.  i knew the snorkel was also underwater but i decided to dismiss the impossibility and think about it later. 

the book that he found seemed to contain a sleeve holding a number cd's as well as many pages of writing.  he took it out and closed the safe and we swam to the surface.  he was very excited to finally find out what information the book contained.  we stashed our gear in a barrel and went back to the compound.  

we made our way into a large open room and changed into dry clothes.  my friend began to look through the book again while i dried my hair on a white lab coat.  a minute later the door opened at the opposite end of the room and two men entered.  my friend didnt even look up from his book.  he was facing away from them and couldnt be bothered.  i was concerned.  they appeared to be doctors of some kind.  i got a good look at one of their faces and it was clearly a very young and determined looking harrison ford.  the other guy lead him over to a drawer and pulled out a folder full of documents and an interesting looking gun.  he set them on a counter and then walked out of the room.  (the gun i recognized easily as the gun from the movie blade runner.)  harrison ford picked up the gun and looked as though he was seeing an old friend.  he put the gun in his pocket and walked out of the room with a smirk.

we left the room a few minutes later and sat down on the floor in the hallway right in front of my jail cell.  he was leafing through the pages of the book still.  i noticed some old looking diagrams and text but didnt make sense of anything.  as he read it he started to become more and more nervous.  soon i started to be very worried about a girl i really cared for and i knew she was somewhere nearby.  i told my friend that i was concerned about her.  he looked up and said "well she is still unconscious but she'll alright."  he was pointing to something behind me.  i looked over my shoulder and was shocked to see a girl with long blond hair hanging upside down, tied from shoulders to feet with what looked like a fire hose.  it seemed as though she were the victim of some cruel joke.  i was sick with anger.  

my friend was able to calm me down.  i was helplessly laying on the ground while he continued to pour over the book we found.  he soon became distracted and agitated.  i asked him what it was, after a moment he seemed to decide something.  he gave me the book and told me to put it back where we found it, ...and escape.

as i was about to get up, another guard come walking around the corner.  when he passed by i saw on his face a look of deviousness, but it was gone in a flash.  i then knew that he heard our conversation.  i stood up and gave one last look at the upside down woman who was obviously very important to me.  when the guard was out of sight.. i ran.