posted May 17, 2015 11:38 AM
okSo I dreamed I woke up. I was in my house. For some reason I had just started dating Robin Williams so he was there in my bed and we were chatting and I found it very curious all the things about him that were different from his public persona which I suppose makes sense.
I get up and I'm walking around the house and something just seems odd to me... something was off... I wasn't quite sure what but I ran into my mother in the kitchen and I started talking to her about it a little bit before heading back upstairs and it was then it hit me. Of course, because Robin Williams is dead so why would be dating at all and why would he be in my house?
I went back into the room and confronted him about this but it seems he had forgotten he was dead as well - or at least he was trying to ignore the idea of it. He was smoking hashish from a long blue pipe and then from another pipe he was sucking in pure oxygen.
He told me that he'd go because he should but he wanted me to keep a couple things. One was a sheet of paper with two jokes he had written. The first one was to his wife which I can't remember for the life of me except it had to do with a baseball hat. The second one was to Harrison Ford and had to do with Jack Black something like "When Jack Black talked at my funeral.... When Jack Black talked at Harrison's funeral..." and something about talking longer and longer and longer at different funerals, the joke being he talked the least at Robin's and Harrison's.
Anyway, he told me to keep that and it was important and he left. I woke up - really woke up - but went back to sleep and then I dreamed I was running out of the house I had been in for the previous dream which I had thought was mine but wasn't. Ran across a dirt road and across all of this desert. It was very, very vivid the desert. It wasn't like a desert completely of sand - there were calf length grasses though they were either yellow or brown. I looked down at my feet with only sandals on my feet and I was wearing a flowy skirt and I thought my legs and feet were going to be torn apart by thorns but they weren't.
There were GIANT flowers that grew out of the ground. They were taller than I was and I saw two of them. In my head I called them desert roses. They grew on a single stem and the roses were bigger than two of my heads. Then I was approaching my real house which was in a sort of oasis and a cardinal flew toward me - BRIGHT red - flew right over my head so close I could have touched him. I looked to my right and there were buttes and plateaus of dizzying colors of orange, yellow, reds.. I don't usually enjoy desert landscapes but this was gorgeous.
I went into my house and my mother was there again and I told her the dream I had before about Robin Williams. I showed her the paper he had written on that I still had and that I knew that most people would say it was just a dream but there was something important he wanted me to remember. My mother believed me, then some other female relative came in the room and I had to explain to her and tell her the whole thing over again. She was more skeptical but it didn't matter because I knew I was supposed to walk away with this with something IMPORTANT.
I suppose the question is... what's important about this? 
Lindaland
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posted May 17, 2015 11:38 AM
