Just checking to see if anyone is paying attention.
So I had this incredibly weird dream last night. I don’t know why, but ever since I arrived in Las Vegas, I started to remember my dreams, which are getting stranger to say the least.
Oh yeah, I went to Vegas recently. I’ll post pictures of that later.
The dream I had last night was of an Iraqi invasion into the U.S. And I’m not sure, but I may have had some involvement in assisting with the invasion, which is weird because in the end I was running from the Iraqi military as they invaded my home.
The last thing I recall is opening a bedroom window, climbing out and hanging from the window sill (it was about 10 ft. off the ground), then reaching up and closing the window just as some Iraqis came in the room. I hoped that they wouldn’t see my fingers gripping the window sill as I hung there.
For some reason I was running away rather than grabbing my sidearm and fighting back. There must be some kind of deep meaning to it all. What do you think.
Pics of Vegas coming soon!