i was at a park. there was a big water hole right in the middle of the park where everyone gathered around to hang out and goof around. the place seemed really sad to me. not sure why, but there was some memory i associated with the dream watering hole that made me a little uneasy. i was with a dream family. my mom and my dad. they seemed sad to. all the sudden they were dropping me off at camp. this camp seemed neat and fun until they gathered all the campers in a wooded area by the shed and i overheard words like "radiation gas," "experiment," "gas masks," and "clean up." i had that dream sixth sense and i knew that the councelors were getting ready to gas us with bombs that had the same effect as being exposed to uranium. all i had to do was hold my breath long enough to run into the woods. i dashed away (i love it that i can run forever in dreams) dodging the flailing arms of my gas masked keepers. i ran in circles thru clouds gas until i finally made it to the front gate. i ran and ran and then came to the park with the watering hole.
now, my favorite part of dreams are the use of flashback devices....here it comes!
i was all the sudden watching the action in a black and white world. my dream mom and dad we laughing and talking to eachother while my baby brother (who i didnt even remember) was playing to close to drained section of lake fell in and the water began to rise around him. at the same time my older brother (who i didnt remember either) was playing some strange dream game at the top of the hill with the guitar player, dave anderson, from the country music hall of fame and museum. dave miscalculated his steps and step out of the way of my brother, who in turn couldnt catch himself and fell over the railing of the watering hole and disappeared into the murky water. i told dave, who was in the present day, colorful world with me, "youre an asshole, no wonder i never liked like you." he shrugged his shoulders and walked off into to the woods. good thing he had a wireless amp.
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