Two more dreams. They're getting more bizzare.
One.
It started with me waiting at some hostipal. I wasn't even waiting in the waiting room, but I was sitting/lying on the marble (or was it linoleum?) floor, with a blanket. There was a door that I was blocking, and people were stepping over me, but I didn't really move away from the door. All of a sudden there was an announcement made over the PA system. The hospital had just completed a successful surgery, some one-of-a-kind procedure. Then a man walks out of a room, with a dog's head instead of a human head. The man turned around, and it was Mel. I was shocked, so I had to get a closer look. I could see the fresh sutures in the back of his neck, where the gray dog hair met the skin on his neck, but from the front, you could only see the dog ears. I asked Mel what happened. He told me that he got into a serious an car accident and rolled his car while doing 360s. I asked him where and he said near San Diego. Then he told me more detailed stuff was back at the apartment. When I got there, it didn't look the same as Madrona, but I found some papers on a desk. The first one I looked at was a telegram from the toll road company. Someone from YFC was looking for me because I went on a roadtrip to San Diego with them but ended up not paying. They said I owed them $17, or $1 per 3 miles. I was completely confused by that. Why send a telegram through the tollroad company? I knew for sure that the fees weren't that high for the toll road. I looked at the other papers on the desk and saw a report of the accident. (I think) other people were in the car, but weren't seriously hurt. Mel had to have the head transplant because of head injuries, but it seemed like they were able to save his brain, because he didn't seem all that different when I saw him at the hospital, save the dog parts.
Two. This one was really fragmented. I think it was following the music that was playing from my stereo, which wakes me up.
A bunch of people including myself were playing Texas Hold'em, with real money. Sounds normal, but 50 Cent was there. He added a bunch of crazy prizes to the pot, and they were all in front of us. The small blind was a quarter, but big blind was five dollars. Crazy. We weren't even playing on a table, but we were all sitting in a row in some living room, and the door was open. I was thinking, "Is this illegal because of how much money we are throwing around? Why is the door open?" Then everything changed, and I was in some room. Mariah Carey just left some note for me, saying she leaving or something. I wrote her a song (I think) and sent it to her. (There was another part, but I don't remember it).
One.
It started with me waiting at some hostipal. I wasn't even waiting in the waiting room, but I was sitting/lying on the marble (or was it linoleum?) floor, with a blanket. There was a door that I was blocking, and people were stepping over me, but I didn't really move away from the door. All of a sudden there was an announcement made over the PA system. The hospital had just completed a successful surgery, some one-of-a-kind procedure. Then a man walks out of a room, with a dog's head instead of a human head. The man turned around, and it was Mel. I was shocked, so I had to get a closer look. I could see the fresh sutures in the back of his neck, where the gray dog hair met the skin on his neck, but from the front, you could only see the dog ears. I asked Mel what happened. He told me that he got into a serious an car accident and rolled his car while doing 360s. I asked him where and he said near San Diego. Then he told me more detailed stuff was back at the apartment. When I got there, it didn't look the same as Madrona, but I found some papers on a desk. The first one I looked at was a telegram from the toll road company. Someone from YFC was looking for me because I went on a roadtrip to San Diego with them but ended up not paying. They said I owed them $17, or $1 per 3 miles. I was completely confused by that. Why send a telegram through the tollroad company? I knew for sure that the fees weren't that high for the toll road. I looked at the other papers on the desk and saw a report of the accident. (I think) other people were in the car, but weren't seriously hurt. Mel had to have the head transplant because of head injuries, but it seemed like they were able to save his brain, because he didn't seem all that different when I saw him at the hospital, save the dog parts.
Two. This one was really fragmented. I think it was following the music that was playing from my stereo, which wakes me up.
A bunch of people including myself were playing Texas Hold'em, with real money. Sounds normal, but 50 Cent was there. He added a bunch of crazy prizes to the pot, and they were all in front of us. The small blind was a quarter, but big blind was five dollars. Crazy. We weren't even playing on a table, but we were all sitting in a row in some living room, and the door was open. I was thinking, "Is this illegal because of how much money we are throwing around? Why is the door open?" Then everything changed, and I was in some room. Mariah Carey just left some note for me, saying she leaving or something. I wrote her a song (I think) and sent it to her. (There was another part, but I don't remember it).
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