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First off, I'd like to acknowledge that my dreams are getting lengthier and more detailed. I am remembering more of them, as well as being very leery to how they turn out.

This one is from July 28th and it's been on my mind all day. I have a feeling it's got an ill meaning to it. I could be wrong though.

(Also, most of the time that I'm dreaming I'm not myself and I don't know the people whom I'm dreaming about, but I am very good at remembering descriptions and small details. ).

I honestly thought I was done with Metaphysics but the past week more then a few things have spotted up again and I'm getting nervous.

I'm not saying this dream was anything special, it's just the amount of detail and the way I had it is interesting. I don't even know where to start interpretating it.

Oh, also, most all my dreams are this legnthy/ detailed/ adventurey. D:


Okay, July 28th:

The most prominent thing that I remember is being at a sort of cocktail party. It seemed a bit rash that I was there surrounded by my Mother's cohorts who were all dressed in 1940's regalia. Zoot suits and ties, my Mother was wearing a sort of cocktail dress, she was up on a small platue on a hill which I figured was the elite group of socialites. I was kept in the parking lot where I wouldn't be much trouble for her.

I was also assigned a body guard who eerily resembled "The Rock", olive skinned- huge muscles- buzzed hair. He was wearing a suit and snobbily stuck by me the whole time. He was also more rude to me then any other person. He treated me like I was a snarky little kid. (I'm 18, garsh I hate being treated like I'm 5). If I looked at something he'd be right there looking at it too, trying to see what I saw in it. (or that was my best guess). He was wearing a black suit, and those shiny black FBI looking shoes.

I hovered between these two trucks because that's as far as my bodyguard would let me get to my Mother's party. I knew for a fact that my mother was a large scale Mob Boss/ Drug Warlord. She was in big money, and big trouble. What also interested me was the fact that she seemed to want nothing to do with me at the party.

It wasn't long before a boy, about 20, came along to sit near my body guard and I. I never caught his name, but he wore blue overalls and had scruffy brown hair. He didn't talk, but he seemed to belong there, so neither I nor my body guard made any motion to scare him off. Shortly after he arrived another individual, black with a slight afro, wearing all white overalls came up to my body guard and began talking to him. I didn't pay any attention, the other boy had come up to me and given me a pack of cards. Which immediately after they were in my hands my body guard snatched them up and gave them to the man in white overalls to inspect. As if a bomb or something I could use against them were in there.

White Overalls returned and gave the cards back to me, stating that they were harmless. I was so pissed at my body guard that I told him I didn't know why he was hanging around when I didn't need him in the first place. I could defend myself.

He only laughed at me and told me I couldn't get a punch in on him no matter how hard I tried, and there were worse people out there. So I started kicking and punching at him, which he deflected easily. Pissy and huffy I just stalked off and opened the pack of cards. The pack was slightly bigger then the cards, you mine as well call it a box with cards in it. At the bottom I noticed that there were seven cards out of place. They looked like they were purposely put out of place. So I grabbed them and stuffed them up my sleeve. I looked at White Overalls and he just gave me a knowing stare. Before I could get to him my body guard came over and took the cards away from me again, with some stupid excuse as to why he needed them.

Distracted by my body guard I didn't notice that White Overalls had left. This made me very upset. I stalked over to the Boy and sidled up to him. "Hello" I said, but I barely got a squeak of an answer back from him. I rolled my eyes and said, "how about you come with me for a minute," he nodded and started to follow me up the hill.

"Why are we going up here?" He asked, I could tell he was a little nervous about going up to the platue with all the hot shot gangsters sipping on booze and guffawing at stupid jokes.

"To see my Mother," I replied hastily and we both bolted up the hill. "Why?" The Boy asked.

"To make my body guard think I'm getting drugs" I replied dully, I looked down the hill at my furious body guard and waved at him mockingly. The Boy only stood behind me while I walked up to my Mother.

"What are you doing here?" she hissed at me, obviously she didn't want me around. "Can't a Daughter see her Mother?" I replied hotly. She gave me a cold stare and started kicking and slapping at me to make me leave. Which I did. The Boy and I and another younger girl, probably 16 started walking down the hill. My body guard was turning red in the face he was so angry. At that moment I decided to sprint down the grassy hill to a white brick building. I hid in the building's bathroom for a moment before I heard a knock at the door.

I peeked my head out of a stall and saw a boy in a white hat standing at the door texting on his cell phone, "You ready?" he asked nonchalantly.

"Yep!" Piped up a small blonde girl with a white dress on.

"Ready for what?" I barged in.

"It's party time!" the girl said with a wicked smile. All I could think was 'Thank God'. I skipped out of the bathroom and headed down a trail.

"Who is that?" I heard the girl ask the boy. "She's the Four Horsemen's daughter," he replied, "I don't know what she's doing unguarded."

At that I turned around and walked towards them, "Hey!" I said, "Have you seen this guy wearing white overalls, kinda has an afro?" The boy nodded and told me that he was back at the trucks.

So I headed back to the trucks, knowing that I'd have hell to pay for ditching my body guard, but I had to find out what the cards meant. I turned the corner of the building and saw a man in a dark green suit with a machine gun hanging at his side, throwing (what I thought was) tear gas cans around the area making the place plume up with thick green smoke. I dropped to the ground, thinking that the smoke would rise. I was hoisted back by my Body Guard, now wearing all white, he had a bow that he shot at one of Green Suit's henchmen, The Boy and White Overalls was there too. They decided that they needed to hide me, and they decided to hide me at the party that the other kids were heading to.

The party was in a huge house that was covered in day glo paint swirls and other crazy decorations. Sheets hung out the windows, people were laying on the grass around the place, and I even spotted a few on the roof. There were crazy shouts and sounds of breaking glass, the most prominent sounds was laughter. We got in the house which was packed with kids and they told me to just 'fit in' (like it would be hard, parties are my natural territory). They went back outside.




That's the point when I woke up. I'm sorry it's so long but here are a few key things:

-Everyone who was associated with me wore white, like it was a clan or a clique sort of thing. Like they belonged to my gang.
-There were four cards, each card had a face on it. Each face was different. The card I remembered the most was the first card with a woman's face on it, my Mother's. The card had her dressed in red, which she was wearing a red cocktail dress.
-Everyone seemed to have a color. Red and White were the most prominent colors that people wore. (And the most prominent colors in the dream)

Okay. I think the only thing that's really got me jumpy is that I sort of tried to renounce everything metaphysical, if that makes sense.

I pretty much saw the people at my college who are spiritual like I was and decided that they were not the kind of people I wanted to be seen as. So I just stopped.

Recently there was this dream and two other happenings that caught me off guard. :C This s**t sucks.

If your dreams suddenly became more vivid after you decided to renounce the paranormal then maybe they actually are trying to tell you something, or get your interest. That dream was a very interesting read, but I'm afraid I can't even begin to try to decipher it just because symbols mean different things to different people.

I wish you luck in whatever you decide to do.