i have reoccurring dreams of giants. whole gangs of them. and some would call me a giant, but these guys are like 7 foot to 8 foot. let me give you the download one time griffin and jordan came in as giants. theres always some kind of gnarly viking sense of war or conflict going on. one time i met with obama, and he showed me around his compound, and yes he was an alien, and yes he was 10 feet tall, a great host as well. and america is far more complicated than i can portray in words, especially from his seat. when i gave him a hug good bye, my arms went around his butt thats how tall he was. just now woke up from a dream, where i saw in the distance a crazy noise and bodies flying. i was with a bunch of little people, hobbitzes. but i looked down to see giants just like running amok, gangster giants.. they were like 7 feet tall or so. and these giants i speak of arent like disabled or uncoordinated, theyre like regular size peoples skill levels just way bigger. and this gang of giants comes to run amok, and i puffed out my chest and i ran to fight for my hobbitzes. i was much smaller though, and they ended up using my knees to do backflips off of? but the last backflip they did off me I grabbed the guys foot and goobered up his backflip so he landed on his head. and the rest of em looked at me like, youre kidding. they didnt know what to make of it, cuz i guess they were used to people letting them do anything they wanted. the best part of the dream was i came across the connors. coleman and justin, they had gotten deep in peyote ways, and were running a ceremony, and the girl i just met was there. i was jumping super high and just got back to town and i was hanging on the rafters, to look down at old friends and that theme song from friends came on. but i realized that my old friends and i werent like that at all, as we werent friends any more. a bunch of well to do people decided they didnt like me like they liked chandler, maybe cuz im unpredictable or was living extremely bohemian, or just never really got to the point where i understand women. aw man, but yeah. we were sleeping in a tipi, mountain lions were coming, all kinds of gnarly wild animals were coming but i got some pitchforks and handed em out, and felt pretty secure with the pitch forks. pitch forks look like they could do a number on an attacking mountain lion. but after getting out of the tipi a bunch of indians were in a house watching over our prayer so the wild animals didnt come mess it up. i cant portray the extent of epicness in my dreams lately. i think the secret is, dont smoke pot, and work your body until its so exhausted you cant feel your legs. thats how the portals into the deepest parts of the subconscious are opened.
Posted on: Fri, 18 Jul 2014 09:13:39 +0000