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DREAMS FROM THE MIND OF MATTHEW JAMES

PHANTASMAGORIUM

A DREAM WRITTEN BY HIS OWN HAND UPON WORDPRESS

This is an account of a dream that really has no meaning, which is good, because sometimes dreams actually have no meaning, and in life, a dream may tell a story that will change the way one conducts their daily life. This dream was dreamt on the night of July 23, 2008.

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In The Garage

1 I am among stacks of stuff within my garage located in the BDCC doing various things while I see a car pull up to the house across the street. This car slowly pulls up to the driveway, and somehow it launches thirty feet in the air and spins rapidly about and lands on its wheels behind the house, which is a room.

2 A man walks out in almost a stumble.

3 To me, this man has the appearance of a dead-beat dad, somewhat resembling a shoe: a shoe that is heavily influenced by strong drink. And he is talking to himself in a belligerent manor, which makes me think he’s going to do something crazy.

4 It’s late, and inside the Susan is on the couch sleeping with the front door unlocked. She’s alone.

5 Now I try to shut the garage to close the night out in peace, but the door seems to be incapacitated and a little deformed. I need to fix it before that man across the way comes over and tries to violate the Susan’s rights and freedoms.

6 I turn myself away from the button that opens the garage door and I start my work.

7 I end up putting a protective cover on it to smooth things out.

8 Then another car drives by and it stops at the Baby’s house. I ignore it and continue on with my work.

9 The man across the street is now fumbling noisily by his mailbox.

10 The Baby comes over with a friend and I give him a handshake like no other. I shake his friend’s hand too. I gave him the snap handshake. He comments, and we start the small talk. He asks if I’m going to finish school. I tell him, “No.”

11 Then this other suspicious guy walks by.

12 The Baby and friend leave and I shut the garage. I go inside to check on the Susan. I lock the front door and think to myself: Why doesn’t she lock the front door anymore?

13 For there are strange people among us.

14 In the Name of Willard Pentameonus, Thou Ascendeth!