IN MY DREAMS

This isn’t the first dream I’ve had about my friend Gypsy Stokes but I can’t recall the others. Gypsy and I talk every couples of weeks. The last time I spoke to him was about a week ago online. In my dream him and I were on a tour bus riding through a university campus. Taking a ride through this specific university campus is a recurring dream of mine. It’s almost like the bus driver read our minds because we were considering crashing their homecoming. The bus driver was very upset that we had considered doing this again because of our strained relationship with the dean. He spoke about the dean’s wishes for us to ride through the university without stopping. Me and Gypsy laughed and somehow managed to stop the bus and get off and crash the homecoming.

Suddenly we were in an indoor raquetball court. They had locked me and Gypsy inside. After sitting a while talking real life crush from high school walked in. Me and my high school crush have a sad history in real life so seeing him the dream actually made both of us sad. My crush walked him with four other men they were wearing silver. They were a singing group. They began practicing right there in front of Gypsy and I. My crush and I only exchanged a few words when we began. I knew somehow that we were at a basketball game which doesn’t explain why we were locked in the indoor raquetball court. Basketball Player Chris Humphries walks in violently ill. He comes running to me because in the dream I am his manager. He’s begging me to figure out a way to let him play because the official won’t allow him to play while he’s sick. He starts dragging me all over the place because suddenly I noticed that we were chained together. This went on for a while.

Finally when I broke free somehow, I saw a huge SAMSUNG ANDROID sitting on the table. It was huge, the size of a school’s chalkboard and it began to ring. For some reason I answered it thinking that once I said hello the voice on the other end would be quiet and faint but a HUGE voice came from the other end by the name of a woman named Lateshia B. Thinking it was Chris Humphries phone is what compelled me to answer it. I hung up on her quickly because of how loud the sound of her voice was. Realizing we were no longer locked in, I went to find Chris when I could not find him I came back to the raquetball court. Once I came back I realized that it wasn’t Chris’ phone at all, it was Gypsy’s and that Lateshia was cheating on Chris with Gypsy.

I remember before going to sleep that I was thinking about sex. Not wanting it but thinking about the fear of it. Or more like the disgust of it. It’s mainly because I have no interest in any kind of sexual activity with another person. I remember reciting my mantra and falling fast asleep. I remember being at my friend’s house. I was comfortable there. I can recall a wedding taking place in his home at the end of the dream however I don’t know who’s. I believe it may have been a sibling of mine. His home was like a planetarium. Meaning the ceiling was shaped like a dome. We were lying on the couch together watching & discussing the stars and planets that were projected on to his ceiling.

Now that I think about it this part of the dream could have had something to do with an episode of BET’s THE GAME that I saw where a character my the name of Tasha Mack was in her bedroom with her love interest. The bedroom was covered with stars and planets that were being projected. But in my dream the planets weren’t still like a projection. It was large like a real planetarium. The ceiling was very high and it was very much NOT a ceiling. It seemed more like we were outside. It did not smell or feel like we were outside but it did look as real as if you were to look up at the sky while sitting on the top of a mountain.

On the right side of us were 3 East Island Heads. You know the head that kept asking for bubble gum in the movie A Night At The Museum. Facing them it seems that the East Island Heads are all facing east. My faceless male friend explained to me how these 3 statues belonged to other people and one of them was a lesbian. He gave off the vibe that he was a gay man. His physique was very attractive. Even though I could not see his face his body structure was tall and solid. I can remember laying on his chest falling asleep on his white t-shirt after a couple of glasses of wine. I also remember that he had a remote control. It controlled the stars and planets on the ceiling.

On the left side of us in the sky was a Chinese New Year Dragon made out of stars. I pointed it out to him and made a joke. He laughed and said, “Oh so you think that’s funny huh?” and picked up his remote. After pressing a few buttons the dragon came down from the sky no bigger than a huge cat or small dog and ate out of the palm on my faceless gay male friend’s hand. I closed my eyes because I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Amazed and afraid at the same time I remember saying “Noooo” and balling up underneath his arm and close to his heart.

After waking up from a nap I remember him asking me did I need him to take me home because we had had a couple of drinks. I said no and that’s when suddenly the dream changed and a wedding was taking place in his home.

I’m began having nightmares when I was 22. I used to dream about the devil putting me in another time and place and challenging me to see how afraid I was an each time I’d win and beat him at his game. There were only a few times I felt like I was having an outer body experience. Those few times my spirit was literally chasing him out of my bedroom. In spirit I watched myself sleeping. That does not happen to me frequently. After years of staying away from religion and praying out of fear the dreams about the devil would return, I found myself on my knees praying. My life was in turmoil and I needed to communicate with God I was desperate. My first time praying in years just like I feared I dreamt about the devil. This time somehow he entered my body and overrode my soul. Yes he possessed my body and this time I was convinced that he went to far. I wasn’t gonna allow him to get that close to me again. So I kept praying and those dreams about the devil or demons have not gone away but they are less frequent and are not as bad as they used to be. The interesting part about the last dream I had about the devil is that Oprah was there. She was afraid and just as worried as I was before he took over my body. He had took sheets of wet paper and covered the wall forming the letters TW. I don’t know what that means to this day but as Oprah and I saw those letters it seems to me she understood more about what was going on then I did. Picture the old Oprah, thin Oprah with colored contacts who was spending time trying to find herself. That’s the Oprah that was in my dreams. When I looked at her in the dream it was almost like she was my reflection. At least that is what I was feeling at the moment.

Oprah isn’t the only celebrity I’ve dreamt about. Jay Z, P Diddy, Kim Kardashian, even Nas have lived in my dreams. I started dreaming about the celebrity lifestyle when I was about twelve or thirteen. My first dream about celebrities was about me at an all white party with a long list of teenage celebrities. The mansion was white and made out of glass. My most recent dream about a celebrity was about Ray J.

The dream was only a few minutes but it could’ve been longer but I’m only gonna talk about the part of the dreams I remember. Ray J was on 106 & Park with a car seat for a baby. A baby that he had fathered and the mother of his child had passed away. On the show he was talking about how she died during child birth. What surprised me was that the baby was on the show with him. He was on the microphone but Terrence J and Rocsi, the hosts of 106 & Park were not there. That’s all I can remember.

Sometimes I don’t understand the concept of my dreams. I no longer try to interpret them but I do want to log them so I can see what happens. My mother used to dream the future and a few friends of mine have a gift from God where their dreams are the same. Some of my dreams are crazy and maybe subconsciously I’m controlling these dreams and making them up as I go. I can tell you for sure that that is not how it feels. There are only a few times in a dream that I say “Hold up this is not real.” Out of all of the nightmares majority of them feel like I’m in another dimension or in a parallel universe where my life is simultaneously happening and I’m just allowed to see a preview of it.

I’m gonna stay honest about all of my dreams. I’m not going to embellish or assume what they mean. I started this blog just for fun. I just wanna see how it goes.