I met the president and his wife at the White House last night, in my dreams. Ha. It felt so realistic! And, not the heinous man and his absent sugar baby that's in the office now, but the golden and fantastic Obamas. I don't remember which class I was in, but we took a… Continue reading Meeting Michelle and Barack Obama.
Philosopher-Neuroscientist Antti Revonusuo in Finland developed a theory that states, “The biological function of dreaming is to simulate threatening events, and to rehearse threat perception and threat avoidance”. These types of dreams are called “threat simulations”, and these type of dreamers are said to survive more often than other dreamers… Imagine you open your eyes,… Continue reading Paralyzing Dreams.
And yes, I mean gorilla, not guerilla... I don't know what I watched before I went to sleep last night, but I had the craziest dreams. I am so grateful that I am able to remember my wild dreams and be able to tell them. Anyways... In my dream last night, all of humanity… Continue reading The Gorilla War
I had a dream about Kanye West last night... I do not know what caused it because I haven't listened to his music in a while, and I have not seen his face in the media. I don't know why, but for some reason my brain thought about him while I slept last night, and… Continue reading Lost at Sea
He came over to my family’s house. He was probably 6’5 towering over every member in my family, even my really tall brother. Haha. He had a deep voice that could scare anyone if he raised it. He had dark brown skin, and lots of black and gray hair all over his body. He had… Continue reading The New Boy In Town
I had a dream about Channing Tatum, but it wasn’t a typical dream about the hunk. It was violent and gruesome and graphic and as far from normal as it could possibly be. He was fresh out of jail standing in front of my house in an orange jumpsuit looking for me. I opened up… Continue reading The Man in the Orange
I woke up in the middle of a dry, brown, hot place. I looked around and nothing surrounded me but a few cactus and dead weeds. I climbed off of the ground getting my hands covered in dirt. I bent down to dust the dirt off my knees, and as my eyes were looking down… Continue reading Desert Gunfight
