I want to fly again!

I am six or seven, with the mentality of an adult, playing hide and seek. I'm standing on the playground of my childhood (Sydowa), and looking for a place to hide. I am certain not to be out done by my siblings and friends, so I ran for the huge stage to hide under. Getting there, I found it full of children already hiding, I wasn't aware that hundreds of kids were playing with us, they were cramped in there like sardines. I decided to go into the broadcasting tower and found it filled to the same capacity. I climb the top of the booth, like three stories, and jump to the top of the roof covering the stage area, a jump of maybe three meters up and another three away. I lay down as low as possible and watched my brother find everyone and start looking for me. He was climbing trees and jumping from one to the other, while I took a little power nap. Waking up refreshed and ready for another jump, I "Superman'ed it" all the way to the safe spot while everyone watched and cheered. I felt like a mix of Harry Potter when he won the First Quidditch Tournament and Colt when he said "I'm not showing off, I'm playing basketball" in the Epic 3 Ninjas (1992), starring Victor Wong as Grandpa Mori Tanaka. The great feeling of accomplishment without overdoing it. Showing maximum skill with ease. Somehow the group of kids was back down to about twenty, and we all went to get ice cream out of a machine and look for free sunflowers.

Frustration at being ignored?...

"Due to some violent content, reader discretion is advised."

The following article does not in any way depict the feelings, thoughts or actions of this individual. As it is a written statement of a subconscious event, it cannot be controled.

The names of the people in this dream have been changed to protect the innocent.

I was early for work, and i wanted to speak to my boss about scheduling for the next week. My boss (we will call him T-Boss) was in the walk-in cooler and busy doing orders or something. I walked into the cooler without changing into my uniform and started talking to him about my dilemma. I politely asked him to change my schedule although I knew he had just finished making one. T-Boss brushed me off and turned his back to my pleading. That really angered me and I was not going to be ignored. I found in my jacket a silenced pistol and pulled it out the second he turned to face me. I asked T-Boss again for change, and he laughed. I put two in his belly and he fell into the tomatoes. I ran out of the cooler while still aiming at the back of his head and gave one to the back of the skull. I ran out of the kitchen with tears in my eyes, scared stiff of what I had done. I was leaving the restaurant just as a stir of noise was coming from behind me. I quickened my pace and started running for the door outside. In the dish pit one of my co-workers (we'll call him J-Worker) called out asking what was wrong. I started running from him, he chased me. All I could think of was how am I going to continue going to school if I have to go to court and jail? How am I going to juggle jail, work, AND school. Looking back i saw J-Worker no longer behind chasing me, but infront of me being chased by me! He was running from something, so I just started shooting wildly at him and the last bullet in the clip got him in the back and down he went. I woke up with a soaked pillow, chest heaving, crying like a baby.

Cold Sweat

I wake up in a big white room, there is nothing there, but a floating bed. I get off it and it's gone. I am not surprised, knowing that Rob and I are going to solve the case today. It is a secret case and even i can't think about it too much or someone will find out. I appear outside the room and the hall is filled with rolling spheres, the hall way is so long i don't see us reaching the end anytime soon. Walking down the hallway i remember that it's undercover and that things can get ugly. We both stop and send an email to friends and think of family. We are spying to try to break a secret kept for years, and it's something we have both worked hard for. We both wore our favourite sweater, a hoodie, and a zip up, both navy. But I don't know who I work for, where I am, where I'm going, or where I've been. All I know is that Robert and I will get a HUGE commission for this. This may be a big cat. I don't know how we reached the door so fast, but we're here, the time has come. All I feel is cold sweat in the palms of my hands and on my bare feet.

Not a Dream... but a Passion

Brothers
It doesn't matter how long you have to travel to see each other, how many years are between you, or the time between your last meeting. There are some things that can only be understood through the silence of two brothers walking on the beach. With the refreshing tides swept over our feet, the ocean speaks to us, for us. It is through this endless communication through unspoken words that we fully understand the strands that keep us together. These are the moments I crave and look forward to every holiday.

The Franchise

My best friend and I are running from the Nazi's in two feet deep snow, it's hard and tiring, you can see your breath. We've been running for a long time as i'm hungry and exhausted. Going along rail tracks we notice a train that has stopped, looks abandoned. Me and my friend hide in one of the cars and try to stay warm, but in seconds we hear things. It's the Nazi's and their army. i see them between the wood walls. We climb on the roof and lie down as flat as possible. We eat our sandwiches and play cards in silence. I hear crunching and i close my eyes. I smell dogs, and then hear barking and german yelling then someone screaming at me. I look up and it's a german soldier with his gun pointed at me and my friend, but my friend is gone and dissapeared. I think they took him for a walk, i look up at the soldier and he is my friend from a restaurant i used to work at back in mississauga (his nickname was The Franchise). He cocks his gun and laughs, taking me for a walk. I closed my eyes and began to sink into the darkness, it's like water you can't swim in.

May 08/2004 - Commandos Suck

I am with some crazy commando (face painted and all), in the middle of nowhere, somewhere in the mid east. It is total war and a huge snow blizzard. My commando runs away and i can't lift my feet. We seperate, and I'm left alone. I jump out of the car and dive into a ditch, scared that "they" will find me. The second car passes and sees me. The enemy took me to their village. They took my things, but did not harm me. They were poor. I ask them if it's like this everywehre, they said everywhere but that place and point to my left. They took my pepperoni and hot pepper pizza. They seemed to enjoy it and I took the last slice, and befriended a young guy my age by giving him my last slice. I don't fear him, but where is my commando? and where is the snow?

Hello my fellow Magistrates and Noblemen,

My name is Rafal and I'm currently studying in school as well as working. Although that sounds like a lot, it isn't... That is why I have taken the time to invest some of it (because I have SO much of it) into this little experiment. I want to see what if anything comes from writing out your dreams, thinking about them, and then interpreting them.

You may be wondering why I would write about dreams, and I'll tell you. One of my friends back home in Mississauga used to do this and he said he had a lot of fun doing it. It took some patience as well as fighting the temptations of laziness (as I had to write the dreams down as soon as I woke up in fear of totally forgetting them). I was just wondering about what other people dream about, and if it is as messed up as my dreams are. Still wondering... enjoy