Dreamisode #304

DISCLAIMER: Ok so look, I'm noticing (like I'm sure you are too) that a lot of these dreams are war related, smh. I'm really a peaceful person though, really :)

Aight so I don't even know how to set this one up properly....I woke up on a mission. I was part of a team. An underground militia/gang (thugs on payroll) for the company that makes a software called Dreamwaever (AKA Adobe, the ones who make Photoshop). [Side: For some reason "Dreamweaver" was the emphasis, the obvious reason is cause I was dreaming but also because I use that program a lot being a webdesigner.] The mission was to make some delivery to another maifa type group. We arrive at the spot and low and behold its Dr. Dre's studio (can you think of a better gangster to do business with?). Anyway, we got into discussion on how phuked up it is that we (my gang) had to be the middle man for a jack shyt organization with a corporate front that is no better than the gangs on the street! (sorry for all the language but I was not happy at all)Dre agreed but told us that "it is, what it is."

Anyway, we finish up business and go back to the "office" which looked more like arena (which made this next part feasible). There was some patrol officer walking around and I was still upset so Im not sure exactly what happened but that patrol guard ended up with his face on the payment (I was still a little upset clearly). Before I knew it me and my little squadron were engaged in an all out melee against hundreds of these "drones"; Some lethal some not. In the midst of brawling out of control. I noticed a figure walking away from me. It didn't look harmful but I still approached with caution anyway. I turned the figure around and to my LITERAL shock and surprise, I saw the most beautiful face I have ever seen in my life. She was extra dark skin and somehow my brain knew that she was from Kenya (how? I don't know). She was drop dead gorgeous. No really. After I gasped for air, I fainted and woke up.

Weird huh?

RA the MC - Dreams

It's only right that I share this with you.....DONT SLEEP!

Dreamisode #1963

Aight so I think I wanna share this dream in light of the upcoming celebreation of Martin Luther King Jr. It won't make sense how this dream is connected to MLK til the end so bare with me.

The dream started off in some Jedi academy where I was training with my light saber along with the rest of the troop. Then the training session ended and we were summoned to hear the departing words of the Master. I wasn't really listening cause I was so eager to get out. Immediately after our release we burst into a childish game of tag, lead by yours truly of course. Off I went as I flew through the air wildly with the rest of the gang chasing me. Soon enough I came to land in this enchanted jungle. Immediately I knew I was somewhere in Africa, I could just feel it. The mood became very quiet. I was definitely in the deepest part of the jungle. As I walked through the trees, an opening appeared and there lie a solitude dwelling. I walked inside and there were 2 women and an infant child (my daughter?). There was somewhat of a tense energy in the air. I proceeded to take the young child in my arms. It was clear that I was not supposed to attempt to leave with that child. Even those that came with me seemed to be against the idea. I thought about fighting my way out but after a long pause I elected not to. I stood there gazing at the child in my arms and that's where the dream ended.

Now you might be wondering what this has to do with MLK. After I woke up I realized that I was "trained" to be able to fight my way out of that situation. Why didn't I?

"Nonviolence is the greatest force at the disposal of mankind. It is mightier than the mightiest weapon of destruction devised by the ingenuity of man." -Gandhi

Dreamisode #2011

Hello there! Your probably not wondering why I haven't posted in a while....good. Cause I don't care to explain.

Anyway, Im a get right to it cause I have been dreaming some BIZARRE dreams and I would love to share.

Ok, so the other day I had this dream about this girl....woman actually. She was so beautiful. The object of my affection....literally. That's how the dream started, she just popped up out of nothing and she's all I could see and feel. Then the scenery grows around her; the background, walls, ambient noises, people and I am slowly distanced from her, now I am more of a passive observer than a potential suitor.

Anyway, this lucky guy gets to leave with her, to my distaste. Then to rub salt in the wound he ends up with her in MY ROOM. WTF?! I know. And yes, you are right about where this is going. So they then proceed to "get it on" while I did some work on my computer. And after what seemed like a minute later, dude gets up and says he has to go. Ummmm ok.

I guess she was still drunk on sex and asked "does anyone else in the room want some?"....well I looked around the room a couple times and was the only one in there so I figured she was talking to me. BUT CHECK IT, this is how lucid my dreams have become. I actually remember thinking to myself "yo I better put on a condom cause I don't know where that dude or this girl has been." LOL! In my dream tho? (IMPORTANT MESSAGE: Even while dreaming its important to have smart sex)

So anyway we ended up making really passionate harmony for what felt like a really long time.

Now heres where it all comes back to reality. I happened to be texting a friend I hadn't talked to in a little while (very beautiful and desirable woman of course). While we were texting I remembered that she was a virgin so I asked how that was going. She said her ex took it...hmmmm. Then I thought back to my dream cause me and her are friends but if she ever said "does anyone else in the room want some?" I would definitely answer the call.

Crazy right?!

Dreamisode #1

Soooo Im transition from Florida back to the DMV so bare with me on the videos, it may be a while before the next one. Despite that minor setback there will be no shortage of dreams, lol. I will definitely bring you those as much as...it makes sense to. As of today they will be called "Dreamisodes." Enjoy.

Lets get in to it. In the midst of all the other crazy dreams I have been having over the past couple days, last nights really stood out. I dreamed that I was on some type of field trip with some random people (I didn't bother to write down my dream when I woke so some of these details aren't clear). We ended up at some music store that resembled Guitar Center with some open floor format like an art museum. There was one section with an isolated MPC 500 that was so inviting. I started messing around and in a short time started a really dope beat. Then out of NO WHERE some dude starts playing a flute alongside my "drumming." This was all too cool cause 1. I don't even know how to use an MPC and 2. I was keeping a beat while dreaming WTF? These dreams are getting to be too real.

It made me think of this scene from Kanye's film "Runaway" which I will talk more about later. Please check it out if you haven't already it makes for some interesting discussion at the very least.

Another One of My Dreams...

So in last night's dream, I was with my homeboy in my apartment. We were chillin havin a good time. Suddenly someone(s) started shooting through the window (from a distance) and hit my mans a couple times. No direct hit but a few not so direct misses. We fled out of the house into the woods for cover. My bro was shook up, naturally, and decided he needed to get out of town because he thought it was a plot against him. I saw it more as an unintentional result of a growing amount of dissatisfied youth/population in the area. Something told me not to leave.


I remember still being in the neighborhood.....in retrospect feels as if I was searching for answers to what was going on. Back at my apartment I found myself chillin with some folks and 1 of them happen to be standing by the window that my homeboy got shot at. There just happen to be beats on deck (Im pretty sure they were mine). Something inspired me to freestyle the story of what happened to man as a a lesson/reminder to this young dude to always stay on his toes and remain in tune with the pulse of the people.

What made it even more was that....after I told him that there just happen to be a bigger cipher going on on the other side of the room and I stepped in to freestyle the same story, slightly different cause it was all freestyle but message still the same.



Man I swear these dreams are getting more....lucid. I can feel all of these things going on like for real. But what do they all mean?

Why was my friend shot at? Why did I stay behind? Does this have anything to do with the meaning of hip-hop and its essence? Am I meant to be some type of messenger? I need a dream interpreter!!!!

Let me know what you think about this.

I HAVE THE COOLEST DREAMS!

I was watching this documentary on ancient Mayans and Aztecs and I don't know if that had anything to do with my dream but this dream was WILD! I must share.

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?