The Dream Journal

Ok so this happened 2 days ago, I had a dream, it involved me, my friend Jolin, and another person that wasn’t recognizable. We were at my work here in Casa Grande, Az working on cars. My friend Jolin brought a car by my shop, a nice car. It was red with a white stripe down both sides of the car. A 1950′s Thunderbird Convertible. She came in and asked me to help her fix it up so it was reliable enough for her to drive on a regular basis.

So we started working on it. few days went by and I got the engine done, replacing some gaskets and such. After that Ii started to work on another car that needed immediate work done to it. well I turned over to see her ripping out the vintage radio I had restored and put in for her to put in a new sterio system. I was pissed cause I had just spent what seemed like a month working on her car.

I approached her and started talking to her about it. I don’t remember the whole discussion, and i didn’t remember at the time Ii woke up, but we got very angry at eachother. She took the Thunderbird and started it up, putting it in drive she slammed it into my car (which is a G6), then putting it into reverse and reversing it over the ledge into a loading bay.

Thats when I woke up. I wish I knew more but she was REALLY mean in it.

So I was able to push myself back into the dream to revisit the last thing I remember. Funny thing was in my original dream the warehouse was wood, but in this one the warehouse was a steel building. I don’t know if someone had “Jumped” my dream or not but somehow it changed just that bit. I didn’t learn anything new about the couple or anything that was around me, just that there was a lot of decrepit old homes and tons of dirt.

I’ll continue to try and figure this out, but it will come as soon as i stop dwelling on it. Till then lets hope for another good dream like the last!

I don’t know if I was me, or if I was someone else, I could never see my face, only the clothes that I was wearing. This by the way was long filthy dirt stained white (at one time) shirt, and white, again dirt stained capris. The people that held me in my prison was a man and a woman, I believe that they were a couple. Though I can’t say for sure, because I never saw any sign of affection toward each other by either of the two. The man was tall and skinny had Caucasian facial features, but the skin color of a Middle Eastern man (possibly Arabic or Egyptian) and very curly hair. The woman was Indian (from India) and possibly had some Asian in her. She had long brown hair curled under, with chunked blonde highlights in her hair, very well dressed.

They kidnapped me one day, as I was walking, where to or from I don’t know. They through burlap sack over my head and took me to where I was to be kept, which in the dream felt like years, and very well might have been. When I came to, I looked around, noticed I was in an old warehouse, wasn’t very well kept, they obviously wanted it to look like it was old and not used. Dirt and sand was everywhere. I tried to clean the one window to see out of, but the dirt just wouldn’t come off, I could only see houses that were falling apart, not used ever, just becoming more dust to be blown around themselves.

Once I took notice of my surroundings I tried to open the door to what I would soon call home for a while, but only for a while is what I had thought.

Now let me pause here and explain that this is one thing that set this dream apart from my other dreams, I had cognitive reasoning skills. I sat there in the room with only a corner to defecate in. For again what seemed like eternity, thinking to myself, how can I get myself out of here and back to where I needed to be. And where that was, is anyone’s guess because I still can’t think or make out who I was if I was myself, my face always ALWAYS looked blurred, even if I stood in front of a mirror.

I had over time, (how long I couldn’t tell), devised a few ways to escape the people holding me. Which they all failed, all ending up me getting caught just as I would think to myself, it’s finally over I’m done, they would show up with the trail blazer, and hood me again with the burlap sack and take me back. After the 5^th or 6^th time escaping you would think that they’d forget or just not hood me, but they did, and each time I’d wake up in the same room, feeling like I was starting over, like I had hit reset except my memory wouldn’t reset.

I never heard anyone’s name just mumbling, when it came to the names, leading me to think that they weren’t important. Once I decided I had better stay put I started gaining the ability to be let out of my room, finally seeing the insides of the warehouse I was being held in. It was nothing special, empty for the most part, except for their living area they had in the warehouse.

I was told I’d be let out of my room only to clean for them and to do “chores” around the warehouse. Not exactly knowing what was going on I agreed. After a while I heard some noises from outside looking around the wall, (which I was told not to), I could see people talking, but couldn’t understand what they were saying. Many different types of people would come into this room, White men, with 3-piece suits on, looking like they were from the 30’s. Black men, thuggish looking, like you’d see on cops, accept hiding their millions. Mexican men, some dressed in cowboy garb, some dressed straight out hood.  But they would come after the shipment came.

At first I would wonder what these shipments were but one day I got my lock open and peeked out of my door, and just saw pallet after pallet of wrapped bundles coming in. My female captor would bring me one bag and hand me baggies, and tell me to break it down and weigh it out, if any of them were off I’d get beat the fuck out of, and they would and did, even if I was off just by the smallest part the guy would come in beat me till he was satisfied kicking me, punching me slapping me. I learned not to do anything they didn’t say to do and to do everything they said to do exactly.

I also learned they would get 3 shipments a week of anywhere from 10-15 pallets, about 6ft-10ft tall, with drugs, they never had multiple types of drugs delivered at once, just one, and it would all be split up and gone by the next shipment, one day marijuana, one day coke, the next meth. But NEVER multiple kinds at once, NEVER. They would bring me out of my room, and make me serve drinks and food to their friends after they finish splitting up and sending off the bundles. The last thing I remember doing in the dream was falling asleep for the night.

I only ever heard the female and what she would say directly toward me when no one else was around. I’ve “pushed” myself back into dreams that I had a previous night. I’ve also been able to “Dream Jump” since I was little, which is falling asleep and dreaming, and jumping into others dreams. I’ve been told that this experience could be multiple things, from astral projection to a psychic connection to someone it’s actually happening to. Either way I plan to find out…

Thanx

Sean