An old dream . . .

(my uncle passed away a week before due to drunk driving)  I'm wandering around my grandma's house. Cold, empty, and there's an erie sound in the air.  My uncle appears among the doorway. "What happened to you?", I say. He says, " I need you to do something for me. Go to my old room, look up in my closet, there you will find a plant. Dig the plant out and underneath within the soil you will find some money that I have been saving. Give it to grandma, this will help her out through this suffering."

I'm typing up a paper on my laptop. Within seconds my computer screen starts tunneling out from the computer along with everything else around it.  I panic. I realize I'm asleep in reality and all this is a dream.  But I can't wake up or move.  I'm helpless.

Today's afternoon nap........
I'm in the process of etching a plate.  What's different in the process is that instead of dipping the plate into acid, I'm squirting it out of a squeeze bottle! Every time the acid hits the plate, i let it sit for a few minutes, then apply some more.  Something happens and I notice that the acid lands on my hand and it starts to eat the gloves that I'm wearing!! I panic and try to find someone to help me, but no one is around.  I put my hand under the faucet and carefully try to remove the remaining glove.  I remove the glove and notice that half of all my fingers stayed in the glove!! but I'm not bleeding, which was really strange.  At this point, I'm running around this room not knowing what to do and there's no one around to help.  I decide to remove the unattached  fingers in the glove.  I clean them off with water and decide to carry them off to the hospital in hopes of putting me back together.

I'm standing in a convenience store receiving a free soda, when all of a sudden a group of robbers burst in. Everyone, including myself, drop to the floor. I grab my phone to call the police and the numbers will not dial. The robbers disappear.  All of sudden a huge, diesel truck crashes into the store! The robbers reappear and run into the truck, when all of sudden a chain with multiple hooks grab the them by their heads into the air.  All hanging and bleeding!  ..............I end up out in a car lot hiding.......a group of hustlers are heading over to beat up an old man........one hustler finds finds me and tries to pick a fight.  I learn that I know boxing really well, so I fight back earning a spot in the group as a leader.

In the process of working out a dream from the past.

Night of 1/31/12

BEETLES all around, piling and piling . . . in the distance . . . then too close!!