4 Dreams Today

Date: 11/13/2020

In Order: There were some gangsters, and they were running an intricate smuggling ring with many different kinds of businesses as fronts. They bought alot of machine guns that they never sold. They kept getting raided by cops. After learning all their patterns, they kept posting videos of cops tied up in their facility. In one of then, one of the leaders asked: “So which one is the legitimate business, hmm? Us, or them?” It turned out that they could not be indicted of any crimes. Why? When a pathologist tested all the sacs of drugs, she found starch, baking powder, flour, and tapioca. The guns were real, but the bullets were bb bullets. Unlike the cops, they never actually killed anyone on these raids. When asked what exactly they were smuggling, the leader said “Its a bakery, you morons, what do u think we smuggle? Huh? What are you smoking?” The pathologist holds a tricorder up to him and replies “Opium”. They leer at her. “So where is it? Huh? Show it to me.” “I dont have to show u anything, because your crooks.” “No, u dont have anything. Youre the crooks.” The don holds up a badge. “Fbi, youre under arrest.” The cops are suddenly surrounded by machine gunners. Later, local civilians wonder why police precincts are being raided by machine gunners. ———————————— There was a little girl and her mom, and they were walking up to her car. It was cold and snowy. The wind blue, and the snow made circles on the little girls back. The snow kept flying in the circles after the wind stopped blowing, her mom looked embarrassed. Other people around took out their phones to take pictures. Now a person, who lived, before the advent of consumer electronics would think that i had gone batty, and wonder, why or how anyone would carry a telephone to make flash portraits? —————————- I was in music school ? and i was trying to teach my teacher how to play rap on a piano. She kept telling me to keep track of the score. ————————— It was two hours earlier than it was when i actually woke up. Everything was a kind of greenish blue inside, and black outside. I look down at the table and i see a small metal pot with a plate on top of it. “mmm, porridge.” I say. I see something covered in the microwave. “mmm, ionizing radiation.” I say. I see a shadow tending to a huge pot of something rumbling over the heat of the stove. “mmm, soup.” I say. Then i go to look at what is happening in the next room. As soon as I turn my back, lightning strikes. “mmm, lightning.” I say. I turn to face the window in the other room. I could see the black clouds of rain roll and churn like smoke. The lightning flickers in it. “The lightning could say the same about you!” The glass breaks, and the lightning forms two hands that pull me out through the window. In wind up in a sort of tornado, and my house was on an island in the middle.