Ground Hog Mario Joey: 2015-02-17 1 PM: OI Q.1 TP.HCM, VN: JSA: I awoke to this dream at about 1 PM Today: Tuesday:
My dream was mostly a cross between the film Ground Hog Day & video games like Mario Bros including the Sunken Ship level.
I was Mario and I was myself and I was like living life and in a film and game at the same time and I went through a cycle where I was repeating the same day over and over again. I am not even sure if I was suppose to repeat the same days again or not. I would run through an airport or through a mall or a place with a bunch of people and I would say hello to girls and try to kiss them or something before heading to my death or something to die or to save the world or something.
If I were to survive, then I hope the girls can find me. I am not sure what this dream means and I don't know why i was running around and I don't know how I was going to save the day. After running through the airport, I go through a trapdoor or something and I end up in the Shunken Ship from Mario World in SNES. I had to be careful around ghosts on a ship under water. i have to learn how to breath under water. I don't know if I died after that or not. there might be camp cabins in thsi dream and Peter Pan and flying around the room or just sitting on the bunk beds.
In another part of the dream, I am at my neighbors, Kyle and Mike Vanderzanden, space 162, 3839 Pacific Ave, Forest Grove, Oregon, USA. I grew up in space 163 in a trailer park ghetto in real life.
In this dream, my aunt Karen Williams was living there as well or at least sometimes. There might have been a maid there as well.
We were watching something or I was watching something in my room, but my room was in their house. I might have been in a different room as well but it was in space 162 and the goverment or TV world contacted me like on my phone or to my brain or on the screen.
they said I have to register my TV like you do with taxes with the IRS. So, I was going to talk to Mike or Karen or something about this situation. I think I woke up after this maybe.
Monday, February 16, 2015
Thursday, February 5, 2015
Fire & Planes: 2015-02-06 9 AM
Fire & Planes: 2015-02-06 9 AM: in my room, Q.1 HCM: JSA: I awoke now to a dream about me, my only brother, Rick Arnold, airplanes, & fire.
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Like Link, looking for Zelda, and like Mario & Luigi on a quest for Princess Peach Toadstool, me & my not-Italian brother were on a hunt for Red October. Actually, I'm not sure what we were doing, but we were at our original house which caught on fire at one point during my dream.
We grew up in a trailer in a ghetto in Forest Grove, Oregon, USA. Our neighborhood was not really a ghetto but I was still sad to see our house in flames. I threw water on it and there were structure problems with our house. The wood was decaying and it was full of things like a train car.
At one point, dad was home and he got angry and he was talking about some things maybe but I don't remember what he said. He was Vodka drunk and I shouted-whispered into ears some things to calm him down and to make him laugh and then he left for like work or something. He was haed of hearing but I knew how to talk to him. Some people are horse whisperers, but I am a dad whisperer.
Most of the dream involved me and Rick travelling via bikes or maybe walking or I am not sure really down valleys like those in Oregon. We went to an airport and saw an airplane going to Australia. We were like on a hill or maybe even a mountain. We let the airplane leave and I was thinking about looking for a plane that could go to America. We could have hopped on that plan to the land down under. We were feet from the door.
I thought we were already in America. Maybe we were NOT in America. Were we in Vietnam? What were we doing and where were we going? We talked a little in this dream but I am not sure of the details. I forget most of this dream and this is just scratching the surface of it all.
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Like Link, looking for Zelda, and like Mario & Luigi on a quest for Princess Peach Toadstool, me & my not-Italian brother were on a hunt for Red October. Actually, I'm not sure what we were doing, but we were at our original house which caught on fire at one point during my dream.
We grew up in a trailer in a ghetto in Forest Grove, Oregon, USA. Our neighborhood was not really a ghetto but I was still sad to see our house in flames. I threw water on it and there were structure problems with our house. The wood was decaying and it was full of things like a train car.
At one point, dad was home and he got angry and he was talking about some things maybe but I don't remember what he said. He was Vodka drunk and I shouted-whispered into ears some things to calm him down and to make him laugh and then he left for like work or something. He was haed of hearing but I knew how to talk to him. Some people are horse whisperers, but I am a dad whisperer.
Most of the dream involved me and Rick travelling via bikes or maybe walking or I am not sure really down valleys like those in Oregon. We went to an airport and saw an airplane going to Australia. We were like on a hill or maybe even a mountain. We let the airplane leave and I was thinking about looking for a plane that could go to America. We could have hopped on that plan to the land down under. We were feet from the door.
I thought we were already in America. Maybe we were NOT in America. Were we in Vietnam? What were we doing and where were we going? We talked a little in this dream but I am not sure of the details. I forget most of this dream and this is just scratching the surface of it all.
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