Wrestling Croc and Enema Gun
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As I have becomed accostumed to by now, I wrote down some notes in my notepad in the middle of the nite. I did not set up my alarm clock to wake me up in the middle of then ite since I had to wake up very early this morning ... but I ususally wake up a couple of times during the nite anyways, by myself.
The first note says "wrestling croc" ... and what I remember from this is that there were some remote place and htere were some indigenous people, like people from a tribe, much like what you see on tv on the animals planet and those type of chanels.. we were carrying a crocodile we had caught back to the village... some older guy was carrying it, it looked heavy and strong ..it had a knife stuck in its head but it was still alive.. then the knife falls or something the point is that I can see the whole if left in its head ..but the croc is still alive and fighting, trying to get free and hte man holds him down with difficulty, he tells me to stab it directly in the heart, so I get the knife and I get very close to the croc and Im being very careful and I reach under the croc and place the knife by its heart .. and I think i had some difficulty pushing as if the skin was very resistant and strong ... i dont remember any blood or anything else.
Then another dream I find myself in a plce tat resembles a school and I say this b/c there were school-like desks there. Eric was there and he is someone from childhood... a gradnson of my neighbor and he would come and visit sometimes... so he was like a childhood friend. (By now I've realized almost every nite I dream about some childhood person). What I remember from this weird dream is that someone is crapping on themselves b/c that persons had an enema. Now Eric has a gun, much like the gun in the last x-men movie that they use to shoot you with needles that turn you from a mutant to a human, the gun that takes away their "mutant-ness" ... now the thing is that this was an enema gun... meaning if you got shot with this gun, one of these needles poked you.. you would have an enema .. crap on yourself to be more specific. Now this fucker Eric, points the gun at me and shoots at me continuosly... I freak out and I start removing the needles and they sort of disappear when I remove them, like they polvorize... but Im freaking out b/c I know that one needle makes you crap youself and Im thinking the 5 needles I removed from myself are going to make me crap my organs out ..and hteres people around so Im real embarrassed ofc rapping on my self in front of them ..so I try to think where the bathroom is so I can run and hide htere while I crap but I think I woke up after this. Thank god.
I also Know dreamt with my g/f and my dad but since I didntremember what I dream I wrote no notes on this.
This was hte first half of the nite... teh dreams from the second half Im going to write on the next entry b/c this one is already getting kinda long... besides, the nexts ones special.
