FOUR HOME MADE BLOG

My sister mentioned to me why don’t you write a home made blog about some of them insane bizarre dreams you have. So after hardly thinking about it at all I decided that was as good a thing as any I guess. So here goes.

 I have always been a serious dreamer, both awake and asleep. Because to me there is very little difference. In the day time I will catch myself standing somewhere in a sort of daze with this whole thing going on in my little brain. Now it is not a day dream it is exactly like a dream in the day time. That also is where a lot of the ideas I have for painting and such comes from. Like I say for better are worse.

As a child I always heard that if you dreamed something three nights in a row it would come true. Well, I don’t know about that because a lot of what I dream comes true anyway. But, this one time I was in the fourth grade what ever age you are then. Well, I dreamed that this booger creature was coming through the window in the bed room. He would get almost all the way in and I would see him and then I would wake up. I dreamed it for two nights in a row the exact same dream, the third night I was afraid breath little along go to sleep. But, finally did go to sleep and did not dream it again. So one me Booger nothing.

Boy, you talk about relief; there are not words for it. Right about that time I got  the measles, by which I got phumenoia in both lungs, my other parts was in bad shape too. For a long time I was unconscious, I mean for a day are two. I wound up in the hospital, trying to die. The doctor told my parents he is in bad shape, if he lives until morning it will be a miracle. Now again I had a lot more wrong than just phumonia, but, that one would have been enough.

During that time I lapsed into a dream world, but, not like a regular one. I was out of my body and was nowhere and everywhere. There was no up are down, no time, I just was. Travel was by the speed of thought, as I was saying there was no up and down ----- just away from here, type thing you know? It was wonderful; there was no pain, no fear, no nothing just everything, that was no where. Now I was in the forth grade in school. I had no idea about all this out of body stuff I have heard so much about since. What I was experiencing was not a copy of anything it was real.  I was told by this spiritual person that I was straddling the line between this world and the spirit world. Still tethered to a physical body but, just baely. I don't know about all that but, I do know that when I come out of my dream world. I was in a world of hurt. All them shots and the like. In a very short time they give me 22 shots and all them needle things. It was like rolling out of warm bed into a hornets nest.

I was out of school for a month and sick for nearly that long, it took a long time for me to get strong enough to even walk after I started to get better. In my dream time I would talk to people I did not know; see things that did not exist. But, also I would see thing in this world too. For one at school the teacher had moved the desk and several other things. When I went back it was exactly like I had known it would be.

I am telling this story about the dream time for a reason. After that time I was never the same. People would as they still do talk about how weird I was. Now how come something we don’t understand is always seen as weird? If is it weird that I can read you like last weeks newspaper two minutes after I meet you are is it just handy.

Is it weird that I can sense when people are hurting and why, are is that just kindness.

But, weird or not, I am just me and dreams are my chariots.

                                                                                           SIX FOOT BEAVER

I love my wife JJ with all my heart soul and anything I got, but, we are about as different as any two people can be and still be human. My nature is like throwing up a hive of bees and catching it with you head. Hers is very organized and in order. So I guess that is why this dream is so funny to me. It is bad enough that a person like her has to deal with my spastic nature little along trying to understand it. But, this dream put it all in to focus.It will make more sense when you hear the dream.

One night I was dreaming about all kinds of things then I was suddenly standing on this mountain side. Now i was standing there but, it was not exactly the regular me. The difference was I was a six foot tall beaver, not a person in a beaver suit; no I was a six foot tall beaver. Now that along was funny enough, but, the best part was me the six foot tall beaver was standing there on the side of the mountain, little or rather large beaver paw stretched/flung out singing to the top of my lungs to the whole world , the song my way.

About 75 feet down the mountain sitting there with her head in her hands was JJ, with this look of oh my goodness how can it get any worse. But, the whole funny part of all this is ---that is exactly how it has been so many times in our time together. Not only does she not understand me she is still trying to figure out when will I get beamed back up to the space ship.

Like the day I come in and right out of the blue announced that I was not going to work any more that I was just going to paint pictures and that was all. Are like the first art show I had, all them bizarre pictures on the wall, people talking, exclaiming, fainting, swooning and taking the vapors. So the real truth is the beaver thing was not that much of a shock to her, I think she was getting use to it, by then.. I mean a six foot beaver would be handy to have about the yard and such.

But I wish you could have seen me as a beaver man, I was ready for Vegas.

                                                                                    MILLARD FILLMORE

A few nights ago, I dreamed that I was dealing with Millard Fillmore’s secretary to Japan. I had his medicine bag; it had Japanese writing on it. The dream went on and on but, still now just how many people dream about Millard to start with little along his secretary to Japan.

                                                                                    MY SISTERS PET FISH

My sister is not an animal person, she just ain’t I never have known her to hurt any animal really she just don’t but, then again she ain’t in the market place trying to give then dogs away either. One night I dreamed that she had a five foot long catfish now he was a find a cat fish as I have ever seen and I have seen a lot of them. He had big blue eyes and followed her around everywhere she went. The last time I say him before I woke up.  her and him was in the water just standing there looking sad and then I woke up.

                                                                                             THE STEER

Me and JJ use to live in this apartment I was of great effect on the general population as a rule. I still do sometime but, then I was the worse at it to wake up having them screaming dreams, I mean blood curling dreams. I will say some more about that later.

Here is the steer dream. I was dreaming that this steer was around where I was and was just sort of upsetting to see. Then he started to chase me now I have been chased by a lot of cow, bull and such. Usually I don’t run but, this time I did. I was running and then I saw this lean to style building. Touching the ground on one side and a bout ten foot off the ground on the other. Well, steer in hot pursuit I ran up on the building and at the last second jumped to the side and he went over the building. Killed him dead are so I thought. I went down there to see him and he looked dead, then suddenly he jumped up with this wild eyed cow sort of look. I did a perfect snap kick to his head and was instantly awake.

SO was jj.  I was glad to know it was just a dream but, JJ was not. She was sitting up in the bed holding her leg just a moaning something awful. I said what is the matter, she between words of describing my general heritage and birth within or out side of wedlock. you crazy fool you broke my leg. It seems that it was not a steer I had kicked it was her little leg, right in the calf of the leg to be exact. I was very sorry about that --- that was never the intend of steer kicking.

Now it took her by total surprise her being asleep as she received the kick.  So along with the pain comes a suddenly surprise. She had no idea what had happened. But, when she did and it did not take long she really begin to beat me about the head and shoulders with a strong desire to understand.

                                                                                    SCREAMING DREAMS

Now for the screaming dreams. I never was in a war unless you count my childhood, pay day and Saturday nights. It has always been a mystery to me how I can be so peaceful awake and so violent asleep. But, I have always had them fighting dreams, now days JJ just jumps out of the bed and wakes me up from a distant. But, when we lived in this apartment. One night I had this terrible dream and woke up screaming at the top of my lungs. Poor old JJ about had a heart attack, sort of like going from a deep sleep to the beach landings. When I finally got stopped screaming and was awake. THere was dogs barking everywhere and the people next door which with the paper thin wall could here anything going on in our place just like we could them. But, I heard the mama say to the little girl, I don’t know what it is honey but, it will be ok.

You know we never had any company the whole time we lived there ---- never could figure that one out.

                                                                                           PRESIDENT

One night when Clinton was president my sister dreamed that the president died and nobody could remember who the vice president was.

Ok, i guess that will do it for now, but, check back for more later. on any subject that over takes me. with all my heart i appreciate you reading this. it is part of my treatment and you just would not believe how much progress i am making, billy.