Mind Filth

Every once in a while I have a set of dreams. Dreams of me being sent to a concentration camp with kids and teens and young adults. Every year I take the knowledge I had the year before. I really think I should have written a book on it by now. I go there and it always seems to focus on the demons I see to have had that year. Rather it is me not feeling good enough about myself. Afraid I would make a bad role model. I don’t know what this set is about this time but I have feeling it will be longer. Weird thing is, they won’t stop happening to I accomplish what I need in the dream. My first one ever I was about 13. All these military like busses pulled up. Told us to grab a pair of closed shoes toothbrush/toothpaste and a comb. The weirdest thing about this new dream even though the situation was Similar but I was much older I had everything in my vehicle like I knew. I even brought extra stuff that I knew they wouldn’t check for. These busses where in water. We had to walk through to get in. The biggest thing I noticed was the busses were wider and had couch like seating. I could tell. I was the only one that had experienced this before because I was the only one with supplies. As the bus door closes the engine starts. I stare around and as it starts to move I wake. There are a lot more parts to this dream that aren’t suitable to read lol. But I might write in down. (Taken with GifBoom)

Apr 29 2013