wefarrell · September 11, 2013 04:02
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 When I first began to fall asleep there was a man/spirit hovering over my body. He wanted to trade organs with me but I resisted because I assumed he was trying to take advantage of me and that my organs were in better shape than his. Also the thought occured to me that he might be dead. Before I realized this though, I think I traded my left lung away.

 Considering I'm a smoker I really hope I don't have lung cancer. Maybe I would have had lung cancer, but because we traded left lungs the cancer is now gone.

 In deep sleep, I had a seperate dream. I started out as an amnesiac in Colorado at a college. My grades were good but the classes were easy (this doesn't really factor into the rest of the dream, but it's a detail I remember so I write it down). A kind lady cop was nice enough to help me investigate my identity. All I had was a picture of a large modern wood colored house with a metal ww2 looking plane next to it on a snow covered ski mountain. There was a billboard in the picture, and by asking around we eventually found the house. We firgured out that this was my house and there was a plane out front because my father was an engineer. From our talks with the neighbors it seemed like I (and maybe my father) was kind of a dick, or at least difficult to be around.

 At this point I realized that this was not actually my life. For some reason my consciousness was in the wrong body, perhaps it was an accident that happened while meditating. I was in the house examining the possessions that now belonged to me and the cop was in the driveway waiting for the father to come home. He came home and there was a brief discussion but he didn't really express any gratitude and they only chatted for a quick second. The underappreciated cop drove off and the father came up to the house. When he saw me he realized that I wasn't his son, but he accepted me because you could tell the son was difficult. I accepted my new role and continued to play the part and live the lie.
	When I first began to fall asleep there was a man/spirit hovering over my body. He wanted to trade organs with me but I resisted because I assumed he was trying to take advantage of me and that my organs were in better shape than his. Also the thought occured to me that he might be dead. Before I realized this though, I think I traded my left lung away.

	Considering I'm a smoker I really hope I don't have lung cancer. Maybe I would have had lung cancer, but because we traded left lungs the cancer is now gone.

	In deep sleep, I had a seperate dream. I started out as an amnesiac in Colorado at a college. My grades were good but the classes were easy (this doesn't really factor into the rest of the dream, but it's a detail I remember so I write it down). A kind lady cop was nice enough to help me investigate my identity. All I had was a picture of a large modern wood colored house with a metal ww2 looking plane next to it on a snow covered ski mountain. There was a billboard in the picture, and by asking around we eventually found the house. We firgured out that this was my house and there was a plane out front because my father was an engineer. From our talks with the neighbors it seemed like I (and maybe my father) was kind of a dick, or at least difficult to be around.

	At this point I realized that this was not actually my life. For some reason my consciousness was in the wrong body, perhaps it was an accident that happened while meditating. I was in the house examining the possessions that now belonged to me and the cop was in the driveway waiting for the father to come home. He came home and there was a brief discussion but he didn't really express any gratitude and they only chatted for a quick second. The underappreciated cop drove off and the father came up to the house. When he saw me he realized that I wasn't his son, but he accepted me because you could tell the son was difficult. I accepted my new role and continued to play the part and live the lie.