A peek into the chaotic mind of Wisedog
These past few nights, I have been experiencing a series of (for the lack of better description) bizarre dreams. All three dreams have left me wondering what the fuck it was all about. I keep asking myself if they hold some meaning to my current mental state but I keep returning to the same conclusion… I have no clue what’s going on in my mind.
To be honest, I find this to be very disturbing. I feel that this could be a sign of me losing what little shred of sanity that I have. Of course it does not help that I know I’ve already taken several steps into the rabbit’s hole already. Could this be a warning that I will suffer through dementia when I’m in my 60s or even alzheimer’s?
I’m probably just being paranoid. Who knows, maybe by the time I’m in my 60s dementia and alzheimer’s will be easily curable like the common cold (Wishful thinking eh?). Anyway, are the three dreams I had, reproduced as well as I can remember. Some details may have gotten fuzzy since then.
Two days ago:
This dream starts off with Jigo sending me a video message inviting me over to his house for a party. For some reason it did not faze me when I realized that Jigo lived several hours away from me. I thought to myself “This won’t be a problem I’ll just drive myself over there in a boat.” I pull out a speed boat no larger than a skate board, placed it into the river to my right, hopped in without a problem, and went cruising down the Chesapeake Bay all the way to Jigo’s house which somehow just happens to have a dock at the back for me to park my boat.
I knock on his door but no one answers so I decide to let myself in. After calling out “Hello” several times, I figured no one was home and the best thing I could do is to just wait in the living room. On my way there I pass the dining room which was filled with a lot of food but still devoid of any signs of life.
To get to the living room, I had to pass through the garage. While I was in there the garage door opened up and random people, who I identified as Jigo’s family, saw me and started asking who I was and how did I get in the house. Someone suggested that I broke in and was probably a theif. It started to get embarrassing but once I mentioned that Jigo invited me they said “Oh is that so? Come join us then. By the way, he’s currently out of town and won’t be back until tomorrow.” Talk about feeling awkward. I sat a corner and ate some food hoping to not attract anymore attention.
Before anyone at the table could talk to me, my alarm clock started ringing and I woke up.
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Yesterday:
This one is the shortest dream and I remember very little about it. All I can remember is that I was in a room with a few girls who were in the middle of doing a gymnastics routine on some parallel bars. The odd thing about this was that they were upside down and doing dance moves for synchronized swimming.
They had this weird smile on their faces and they were telling me something but unfortunately I can’t remember what they were saying. I suddenly woke up and the first thing to come out of my mouth was “Why gymnastics?” followed by “WTF?!” then an odd feeling of having experienced something bizzare for the next 2 hours.
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This morning:
I’m wandering around a small gated community with RPG. For some reason we keep entering random houses expecting to find something but never do. We get to this one house brown house with a huge hole in the wall as if something had crashed into it. On the ground we spotted some tire tracks leading off somewhere. I mention to RPG that it probably leads off to Ethan Frome’s house. How did I know? I don’t, I just said it and we accepted it as the truth. We decided to drop by Ethan’s house to see what’s up.
I don’t know how it happened but the next thing I know, we were suddenly transformed into pickup trucks. Seriously, we both had tired and everything. We even moved around like trucks. This only seemed natural to us so we went off to Ethan’s house.
Along the way, RPG suggests that we stop by his house since we were not to far from it. When arrived, we just hung out at his place like we usually do in real life, watched some tv, ate some food, then went to his room to chill. Then his dog came in. Or whatever it was… it had the body of a dog, it behaved like a dog, but it had the head of a cat. For some reason this did not bother us at all and we played with it.
I heard a knock on the door and as I stood up, I realized I was now awake in real life. I told myself that if these weird dreams continue, then it’s only a matter of time until the nice gentlemen and women with those white coats arrive and give a jacket that hugs me nice and tight like a lovers embrace and take me away from this place.
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These dreams have left me with a feeling of 
for the past 3 mornings and I’m hoping tonight will NOT be a repeat. I’d like something less bizarre or hell I’d settle for one that I won’t remember when I wake up.
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Random off topic note:
While I was at a book sale today, I came to this conclusion: Romance novels is porn in printed form. Think about it.