I had a dream right before I woke up. I have no idea what the heck I ate before bed that would create such a dream but dream I did.
And now I'll share it with you.
I was at a library picnic (they only had one in the years I was there). I was standing at the edge of the water when a guys in dress pants, white shirt and a tie comes floating past, face up and dead. Right behind him floats a young kind and a woman, both on their backs, she in a dress. I wade in, pull the kid out, carry him up the hill, lay him on his side and get the water out of him.
Once he was breathing I went for the woman but could pull her out of the water so I got her to the shore then ran up the hill to get the head of security (which the library didn't have unless you count me with a shag carpet rake but that's another story). The head of security comes running down, he moved fast for a big guy who was on some tv show sometime, and picked up the woman to lay her next to the boy.
By this time the dead guy had an escort, a shark ??? and a crocodile (not alligator I could tell by the snout). Security guy wades in nonetheless, kicks the shark, bops the crocodile on the nose and grabs the guy...uh ah... the part of the guy that's left and runs back up the hill past me holding the lower body of the guy by the guy's spinal cord. No idea what happened to the other half.
But WAIT the dream isn't over.
The crocodile comes crocodiling out of the water heading for the woman and the boy but is momentarily side tracked by a side by side row of carved and painted wooden fish arranged on a blanket. It nips one and decides it's not dinner and heads for the woman and boy so I grab a wooden fish and bop the crocodile on the head with it. Croc turns and goes back into the water.
The boy lived, don't know about the woman and the man, well I doubt that half a man is better than none.
As I told the Old Pooh this dream this morning he asked why the security guy brought out the half of guy. DNA I told him, instead of how the heck would I know why anyone in my dreams do what they do.
I think I need a nap.
Friday, January 13, 2017
Tuesday, January 10, 2017
The Voices
Tra La.
Back again with this blog that I can never seem to keep up. I was telling you all about the paranormal in my life but even I found it boring. So I'll tell you about the lighter paranormal bits of my life.
For instance: The Voices. Those Voices I would hear when I entered the office building. The conversation that I could never understand but could hear. It got so that I would greet them aloud every morning with a "Hello, Voices", hoping that they would answer back. They never did. Someone else in the building heard typing in a room with no typewriter and there was the loud knocking on the closed office door that I answered only to find the guy next door at his door asking if I had knocked. I hadn't.
I also saw one of The Voices only once. Didn't scare me. I thought it was great but it did get me thinking. Did The Voices really want to be there. Stuck in that historic building for the rest of their eternities? Did I want that to be their fate? I'd grown fond of those Voices so I thought I would help them out. I told them they were dead, that they could leave, that they could move on to their reward and the building went silent and empty. I was proud of myself.
But then....
The water was out in our half of the building. To use a bathroom I had to go down three flights of stairs, cross the wide vestibule, take those stairs down, through the garage and into the icy bathroom there. I do mean cold. So there I sit doing my business and what do I hear? Yep. The Voices. I didn
t sent them on their way. I sent them into the cold lonely garage. So I put myself back together, waited till the toilet stopped flushing and addressed The Voices basically telling them that they could go upstairs, the could go anywhere they wanted, that I was just trying to send them to their loved ones.
The Voices were back.
I don't work in the office anymore but do my stuff from home. I did make it a point to tell the voice goodbye.
The Voices are happy. Two churches meet in the building each Sunday. A regular service and a Hispanic service that if full of people. Imagine the energy!
The Voices. My best office friends!
Back again with this blog that I can never seem to keep up. I was telling you all about the paranormal in my life but even I found it boring. So I'll tell you about the lighter paranormal bits of my life.
For instance: The Voices. Those Voices I would hear when I entered the office building. The conversation that I could never understand but could hear. It got so that I would greet them aloud every morning with a "Hello, Voices", hoping that they would answer back. They never did. Someone else in the building heard typing in a room with no typewriter and there was the loud knocking on the closed office door that I answered only to find the guy next door at his door asking if I had knocked. I hadn't.
I also saw one of The Voices only once. Didn't scare me. I thought it was great but it did get me thinking. Did The Voices really want to be there. Stuck in that historic building for the rest of their eternities? Did I want that to be their fate? I'd grown fond of those Voices so I thought I would help them out. I told them they were dead, that they could leave, that they could move on to their reward and the building went silent and empty. I was proud of myself.
But then....
The water was out in our half of the building. To use a bathroom I had to go down three flights of stairs, cross the wide vestibule, take those stairs down, through the garage and into the icy bathroom there. I do mean cold. So there I sit doing my business and what do I hear? Yep. The Voices. I didn
t sent them on their way. I sent them into the cold lonely garage. So I put myself back together, waited till the toilet stopped flushing and addressed The Voices basically telling them that they could go upstairs, the could go anywhere they wanted, that I was just trying to send them to their loved ones.
The Voices were back.
I don't work in the office anymore but do my stuff from home. I did make it a point to tell the voice goodbye.
The Voices are happy. Two churches meet in the building each Sunday. A regular service and a Hispanic service that if full of people. Imagine the energy!
The Voices. My best office friends!
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