My Dreams, They've Got to Kiss, Because I Don't Get Sleep, No..

Lately I've been sleeping on this black leather click-clack sofa. My mother tells me I shouldn't be sleeping on it, because it has bad Feng-Shui. Apparently because the door entrance has direct view of the sofa. I guess the door is a gate way for supernatural beings and powers to channel through. Nonetheless I've been getting sooo many dreams because of this sofa and "Feng-Shui."

Maybe I should experiment on this more?

So, about two weeks ago, I dreamed I was at Basic Training in some military force. I was with a friend who has his life set on being a Marine. Funny thing is I am set on being in the Army. Anyway we were both training and next thing I know we are both in one of the Middle-Eastern countries. We were shooting our rifles, side by side, into a plume of smoke. Then a land mine exploded right between us. We both were still standing like nothing had happened. We just kept shooting. Then we both noticed we were bleeding like rain. But we just kept fighting. Then a legion of nights came charging at me. I killed a few with my rifle and picked up one of their swords. With my left hand I used my rifle and with my right hand I decapitated a few of my foes.

This past Saturday, I dreamed I was on a bed laying down waiting for someone. A woman with black hair with large streaks of blond walked in, dressed all provocative. I got on bed and next thing I know I was strapped to a chair in an interrogating room. The woman was pouring buckets of water over me.

The next day, I was in bed with the same woman. At least I think it was her. We were in love and did the what a married couple would usually do on their honey moon. I ran my finger down her back. Her skin was so indescribably soft and smooth. I actually think I felt a hint of what love really is. I only wished I could have seen her face. Her long beautiful hair was concealing it. Then my alarm clock rang.

After shutting off the alarm, I went back to bed. And I dreamed about being in a large college, looking a couple that I called, "My Two Woes." The halls were crowded, but I continued to look for them. I had a friend who I couldn't make out, who accompanied me. I kept saying to my friend, "I am looking for My Two Woes."
Then I got a tap from my shoulder, and it was them, the Two Woes. They were girls I actually knew in real life. I sang one of their names and gave her a big hug. Then I was greeted by an another alarm.