So in the spirit of speaking less of things and just being, I've decided to fill my tribe with doing what we love the most. Good ol story telling.

So my next 20 or so blogs will be a highly collectable Dream Set from my 3 volumes of dream journals. Randomly selected for your reading pleasure. They may be as long as a few sentences or a few paragraphs. I won't augment them in any way for my own comfort. We all dream of some crazy stuff. They are as is, Raw and from the book. I will accent them with links to pictures so you can get a clear vision. What i also find fascinating is that the Web is indeed a dream catcher..and I'm looking forward to being baffled by the companion images that i find. Fun.

So here begins Dream Story Number 1. Randomly selected at 7:45 this morning on page 34 or Dream Journal One. This, fascinatingly enough, is one of my favorite top 30 dreams. I even have a picture of Zemor, (above) already cataloged in my pics.
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I hope you enjoy and i encourage you to collect them all!


The Tale of Zeemor,

I'm walking down the rubbled street of a city lost to disrepair and war. Dark Clouds roll over head. Towers are sliced and crumbled, skyscrapers fill the sky, there are rivers of overturned cars and blowing paper fills the streets. It's night. tinyurl.com/ct6oet

I'm walking forward down the street as if I'm the last combatant in a holy war. The only one left. A position which has afforded me this amazing Black Special Op army gear. I'm wearing an outfit that is a cross between Batman Returns and The Matrix. Very, very cool indeed. On my right arm I'm wearing a sort of glove that is completely retrofitted to my body from the elbow down. tinyurl.com/dzzoho Accept it's black and more psy-op and there is a glowing purple orb encased in glass on the backside of my hand instead of blue.

So here i am, cruising down the street walking and listening to the sounds of this 'not-so-dead' city. There are lots of over turned cars and junk ahead of me and beyond that a courtyard intersection in front of a large tower that contains city hall. Statues and all. I start walking forward and then.....

Yeah, you guessed it. Time to use our favorite word.

Suddenly.

Suddenly I am in motion, running ahead, robo arm outstretched. The lights on my suit fire up and start to show my vital signs, power signatures and overall awesomeness. Dozens upon dozens of minions start pouring into the courtyard ahead, just beyond the piled up cars and wreckage. They are special ops and dark twisted ops from the opposing force. Whomever that is. They pour out of buildings and from alley ways taking up positions to defend against me.

I look to my right....and see a White Wolf running next to me, as tall at the back as a man is tall. Beautiful white fur and a rich thick mane that comes together in nice clumped points like so many Anime Haircuts. tinyurl.com/djulfg This is Zeemor. My companion. My tethered spirit defender, and friend. tinyurl.com/bnfgyg (guess this dream is from 2006)

He runs ahead of me toward the throng and as he does I lift my psy-op robo arm and squeeze my hand into a fist, while mentally " firing ". (We all know what that feels like, you kind of scrunch up your face a bit so that it appears that your trying really hard.) Much to my satisfactory surprise Purple lightening shoots out of each one of the tips of Zeemor's mighty mane-pointies and it tears into the wrecked cars, buildings, wreckage and the minions crawling over them. Lighting goes freaking EVERYWHERE. It's blowing out windows, lifting cars off the ground and sending them hundreds of feet in the air, starting up old broken toasters. Sky's the limit. It's amazing. So, of course, now I'm totally into it. Everytime i point and concentrate and squeeze my fist purple lightning shoots from Zeemor's mane pointies, in whatever direction and whichever way i want them to.

Psy-op fist commando and Zeemor, my Purple Lightning Wolf, as we rush into the courtyard frying everything in site. Drop kicks, super punches and Zeemor's lighting frying everything imaginable. Thousands of enemies of the dark fly from the courtyard into the sky and surrounding city in the hundreds. We clearly win this day. We stand there alone in the courtyard as Zeemor starts to lick his coat. I walk over and hug him, my head only comes up to the bottom of his neck.

The dream ends somewhere around there. A feeling of a new and old friend and the blowing winds of victory against the dark side.
Thanks for reading Dream Story #1. I hope you enjoyed it!
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