Sometimes Dreams are Better Than Real Life

I have been having some bizarre dreams lately.

There are places I go in my dreams that are very familiar to me. I have been visiting these dream places all my life and none of these places exist in real life.

Monday night I went to a place that resembles an old college campus. It is very refined with old stone structures and gas lamps. I always fly in and softly float down on a sidewalk. I always arrive at dusk.

Once I go inside the interior becomes a deserted mall. The other night I heard music and I went in the main auditorium. There was a very small crowd and the Black Eyed Peas were playing. I stayed and watched.

Another place I go is only accessible by a series of caves and tunnels that connect warehouses, houses, railcars and other old dank structures. I enjoy this because while it sound depressing I find the adventure enormously interesting.

Last night was a new place but I suspect it was near St Croix. It was very tropical. Gigi and Nicole were there. Nicole is Terry’s daughter.

The place was almost cartoonish. The shoreline kept changing.

Overhead I saw a big flying sail boat being pulled by a large alligator. Someone on board with a Cajun accent was yelling at the gator and another person was manning the oars. On the back of the boat was a huge Mercury engine.

Everyone on the ground was laughing and waving as the boat circled overhead.