PROPHETIC DREAM OF THE FUTURE GRAPES

DREAM: “FUTURE GRAPES”

12/26/2016 ~ 11:30AM

It was during the days of Cowboys and Indians. I was trying to get my newly found female friend to come through this time-shift hallway in this large hotel we were staying at. I told her to come. I told her that it would be all right. She hesitantly came. I stepped through the portal, which could not be seen at all. She didn’t follow. I called to her. She finally came through.  As I told her the hotel would look exactly the same, she finally came through. As I told her, the mid nineteenth century hotel looked unchanged as she came through the invisible portal. We went into on of the rooms. A next-door neighbor came in the room. I introduced her to the neighbor who lived in the next room from another time.

The cowboy time she came from was very violent–just like the present day contemporary times we came from–my time. We went down to the street. We were searching for grapes for a grape sell. For some reason, grapes grew wild everywhere in the city. It was in the afternoon. One of my guy friends got insecure, and he asked me if I still loved him. I told him that I did, and I gave him a hug. We jumped down into a desert-like short ditch where we walked looking for grapes. As we walked, I noticed that there were dead flattened skunks on the floor all over the place, but they were strangely geometrically placed beneath certain cactus in the desert we were now walking in–though we were still in the city, and I could still see the twenty-one story hotel we just came from in an earlier time. I was trying to avoid stepping on the flattened skunks. I was sidestepping them.

We came across a trashy trailer park right there in the middle of the high-rise crammed city. There were some grapes around it, but I got too close to the trailer, and the people had booby-trapped it by putting half filled tin soda cans half way filled with water on top of the three-foot concrete tube pylons at the end of the trailer to alert them as a poor man’s security system.

My friend told me the skunks were all small dogs at one time. We just went into the trailer like we lived there. The overweight lady, who about 59 years old, didn’t mind. We just went into the trailer. She was an old white-trash fat woman. I opened the screen door, and we just walked in! The woman didn’t seem to care. As I walked through the trailer, I noticed her unemployed son sitting in a cheap goodwill Barkalounger that had lost its bark!

I was still introducing myself to him. He looked up, but seemed uninterested. I was still nibbling on some grapes I found by the back door entrance. Some of the grapes were good, but some of them were rotten. I just tried to eat around the rotten purple ones.  

We needed to sell the grapes for the newly found girl I had coaxed through the time portal in the hotel several blocks away. She needed the money for her dimension, for some reason. I went out front, and I found a perfect cluster of large seedless green grapes that were so perfectly chilled, they were perspiring. Just perfect! They were so cool and perfect that I couldn’t resist, so I ate one. I showed everyone the grapes I found, but the one grape I ate gave me a terrible stomachache. I then awoke with a horrible stomachache in real life! I need to get to a toilet to defecate… in real life. I defecated, and felt better… in real life. J