The dream started off so heavenly. The most pleasant dream I can imagine. I was in a pool enjoying my family. All peace. It was crazy too cause everything was in like some psychedelic color scheme, trippy. Anyway, after some pool time I think I went for some meditation and spiritual elevation indoors. The place resembled an Mosque and the prayer rituals resembled those of the Islamic faith (the only religion my brain can interpret at that level).
There was prayer and prostration and hymns and all that good stuff to make your spirit wanna sing, then outta nowhere....BAM! A whole gang of muthafuckas bust right in that shit! AK-47s started blastin, bodies droppin left and right, shots blazin, niggas runnin for they fuckin lives! I couldn't believe that shit!!!!! I guess it was some ol' SWAT team ass, anti terrorist ass, punk ass, military ass somethin or the other (lets call them terrorists) sent to find some non-existent weapons of mass destruction in the midst of peace and seclusion (sounds about right). The weird part (if you haven't found this weird enough already) is that I went from actually being IN the dream to witnessing the whole event like from a first person to third person perspective, not really there any more, just watching.
And as if it couldn't get any more freakish, that segment of the dream started over. Yup started over. Same violence, same carnage, same results but this time it was from the perspective of the "terrorsists" (WTF? I KNOW). This time I got to witness what the terrorists were doing minutes before they bust in. The same like in the movies though, they crept up, got word on the radio and did their business. But get this.....this time midway through their carnage some 3RD party military punk ass group comes and kills all them terrorist muthafuckas...AWWW MAN! If I wasn't already sleep I probably would have just fainted.....then I woke up.
CRAZY RIGHT?
