What Dreams May Come

Have you ever noticed that when you dream, usually only the bad dreams stay with you upon awakening.

Okay, maybe not for everyone, but that is the case for me.

When I have a really great dream, I usually wake up with a sense of it, and the mood sticks with me. Whereas the details of the dream itself are elusive. But when I have a bad dream, not only do I awaken with the feeling of impending doom, but I can usually recall the specifics fairly easily.

Such is the case with this dream......


Me and a friend (Mischka) are in a house with some people who are dealing drugs. These people are acting like idiots and very irritating, so we decide to tell the police about what they are doing. We sneak out and inform the cops. Very soon the neighborhood is ablaze with red and blue lights as the losers are being escorted away. Feeling very good about what we have just done and the fact that they can no longer irritate us, we decide to treat ourselves to some coffee. We enter a neighborhood convenience store and instead of purchasing two cups of java, we leave with two dozen.....?! As, we are walking back through the neighborhood, we come upon a construction zone and proceed to disperse the coffee amongst the workers. I was walking towards one of the workers who was in the process of filling in a large hole in the ground. When I say large, I mean 10' across and another 10' deep. Within the hole, there are mounds and footholds along the wall. ... Hmmmm, more like a bowl , I guess, because I was not concerned with falling into it. So, the only way to get to the worker was to actually step down into the rim of the crater and come back up the other side. The guy was actually in a Track Hoe that was perched along the edge. As I proceeded to climb back out, the mounds and footholds started to give way. I could see fissures forming and breaking away from the wall. After several failed attempts to resurface, I noticed the dirt wall was about to give way and cave in on me... At this point the crater suddenly became a very narrow but deep hole. The strange part is that I did not panic... I bowed my arms out to each side and held my breath as the dirt cascaded down upon me. I figured if I held my arms out a little, it would leave room for me to move the dirt around after the avalanche was over. So, I started to try and move the dirt away from my face and tried to dig out an air hole. I was very calm during all of this, until I heard the workers above me talking about the two girls that had just left.... They had no clue I was beneath them and that is when I panicked! I started to scream just as my alarm went off.


So, do any of you know how to analyze dreams?