Tuesday, September 16, 2014

dream from last night


at someone's house, in suburbia, not in any country in particular, but like in the west.... definitely not in iraq........ go to the backyard, there's a military helicopter flying overhead, actually a big plane, like a surveillance plane........it's like dark brown maybe..... i know it is searching for one guy in particular and it isn't me..... i know they have really good technology to see whatever is on the ground....... i decide to hide myself in a bower of grass that isn't thick enough to completely hide me from radar or laser sighting or whatever...... i'm thinking hopefully they won't think i'm the guy they're looking for, but at the same time it would be interesting to see if they notice me........

there isn't much fear involved....then the backyard starts filling up with friends of the owners of the house who are my hosts, a married couple....there must be about 20 people or more filling the backyard for something, they don't care about the surveillance plane either, i scamper out of my grassy bower and re-enter the house.........i'm having a shower by an exterior wall, the exterior wall in fact opens from waist above to the street like a shopfront.... it seems like an area by a beach, i'm showering and visible from the waist up......some young hippy beach girl comes by and challenges me, i spit water onto her face as she is annoying me........

the host and his wife are drinking alcohol by the looks of it, the guy offers me some shots from some strange contraption that is connected to a squat fridge or something like that or maybe it is just a dishwasher soap dispenser, but anyway, it doesn't look real new, i'm guessing the airplane was state of the art, and it delivers shots of alcohol, he's saying he's spent like $50 on alcohol for me..........not in the mood to drink much though -- he kind of seems a little bit like a spaniard from spain a tiny bit

there's another part of the dream, i'm in the house, looking for something - maybe a restroom, can't remember now it's been a few hours

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