i stepped out the backdoor leading from my bed room to the garden. it was a lovely day. the sky was clear blue with white, puffy clouds lazily floating by. all the hard work i had been doing in the flower beds was paying off with beautiful, brightly colored blooms on several different sorts of flowers. butterflys flew by and birds were singing. i took a deep breath... not many days here in the central valley were like this, due to the abundance of pesticides in the air, it was usually extermly foggy. but today was different. today was gorgous.
i looked up as i heard voices coming from the left of me, only about a quarter of a mile away in the orange orchard. the voices were hushed, dark and a little frightening. from my back yard i could see two different tribes of indians stealthily sneaking around the groves, weaving in and out between the trees so as not to be seen by their enemy. they used some strange pattern of movement, stopping behind a tree, peeking out and then slowly moving on to the next. i looked closer and saw that they all held weapons of some sort. alarmed, i thought to myself "what could they be up to?" their pattern seemed to be leading them all together in a sort of battle stance. one tribe closer to me, the other further to the west. suddenly all movement stopped. i could only see a couple of them now, the ones closer to me. my imagination was racing as i wondered what they were doing... all time seemed to stop in that moment... the clouds disapeared, the birds were silent, the color seemed to drain from the flowers and then it became dark. as though a storm were moving in, coloring the air a dirty brownish grey color.
and then, i saw them... the guns. each indian had a gun strapped to their belts in a halter. then it hit me what was going on. they were in battle. in that moment, as if my realization had sparked their movements, each man reached for his gun and drew and aimed at the enemy across from them. horrified, i froze. everything was a blur then, and it took the loud BANG that filled the air as the first shot fired to awaken me.
suddenly i thought of the stray bullets. i wasnt too far from the battle ground, and anything that flew my way could easily hit me.... the thought crossed my mind quickly, and within 30 seconds of the first shot, i flew face first down onto the ground in front of me. if any bullets came my way, then they would fly over me. the scene was horrific. the force from the bullets caused several of the fighting indian braves to fly over to where i lay. the sound was deafaning, the smell was awful. all around me bullets and braves flew. i could feel the wind of them above me and around me. although i could see nothing but the ground in my face, i knew that the battle was a major one. i heard a loud shot from one of the guns and one of the indians landed in front of me, dead. "whats going on?!?" was all i could think.
and then, a stray bullet hit me. it hit my in the side, close to my ribs, piercing my body. i could feel it burning inside of me as it went in and i felt it stop somewhere in me. the pain was unbearable, the blood came running out. "thats impossible! i am out of the way!". but never-the-less, i got hit. for a moment, i was aware of death all around me, before me and then inside of me. i was dead. my body slipped away...
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thats a dream i had last night. i thought it was so weird. the weirdest part about it was that after i died, i found myself limping around the bethel assembly of god church at some stupid semenar with a bullet wound in my side. i was bleeding everywhere, dying again but no one would even look at me.
im not too worried about analyzing my dreams. but it was entertaining and amusing (to myself anyway) to write it down. so, for entertainment sake, i hope you enjoyed my weird dream.
peace be in your hearts...
i looked up as i heard voices coming from the left of me, only about a quarter of a mile away in the orange orchard. the voices were hushed, dark and a little frightening. from my back yard i could see two different tribes of indians stealthily sneaking around the groves, weaving in and out between the trees so as not to be seen by their enemy. they used some strange pattern of movement, stopping behind a tree, peeking out and then slowly moving on to the next. i looked closer and saw that they all held weapons of some sort. alarmed, i thought to myself "what could they be up to?" their pattern seemed to be leading them all together in a sort of battle stance. one tribe closer to me, the other further to the west. suddenly all movement stopped. i could only see a couple of them now, the ones closer to me. my imagination was racing as i wondered what they were doing... all time seemed to stop in that moment... the clouds disapeared, the birds were silent, the color seemed to drain from the flowers and then it became dark. as though a storm were moving in, coloring the air a dirty brownish grey color.
and then, i saw them... the guns. each indian had a gun strapped to their belts in a halter. then it hit me what was going on. they were in battle. in that moment, as if my realization had sparked their movements, each man reached for his gun and drew and aimed at the enemy across from them. horrified, i froze. everything was a blur then, and it took the loud BANG that filled the air as the first shot fired to awaken me.
suddenly i thought of the stray bullets. i wasnt too far from the battle ground, and anything that flew my way could easily hit me.... the thought crossed my mind quickly, and within 30 seconds of the first shot, i flew face first down onto the ground in front of me. if any bullets came my way, then they would fly over me. the scene was horrific. the force from the bullets caused several of the fighting indian braves to fly over to where i lay. the sound was deafaning, the smell was awful. all around me bullets and braves flew. i could feel the wind of them above me and around me. although i could see nothing but the ground in my face, i knew that the battle was a major one. i heard a loud shot from one of the guns and one of the indians landed in front of me, dead. "whats going on?!?" was all i could think.
and then, a stray bullet hit me. it hit my in the side, close to my ribs, piercing my body. i could feel it burning inside of me as it went in and i felt it stop somewhere in me. the pain was unbearable, the blood came running out. "thats impossible! i am out of the way!". but never-the-less, i got hit. for a moment, i was aware of death all around me, before me and then inside of me. i was dead. my body slipped away...
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thats a dream i had last night. i thought it was so weird. the weirdest part about it was that after i died, i found myself limping around the bethel assembly of god church at some stupid semenar with a bullet wound in my side. i was bleeding everywhere, dying again but no one would even look at me.
im not too worried about analyzing my dreams. but it was entertaining and amusing (to myself anyway) to write it down. so, for entertainment sake, i hope you enjoyed my weird dream.
peace be in your hearts...
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