So I had these two consecutive dreams last night and they weren't together but they went together. Go figure. It's kinda long, but it's a good story. So please read.

So in the first one...

I'm running from the mob because of something that happened (I forget what it was), and I'm at this old rundown restaurant. There are two other people there with me. Through the window, we see one of the people from the mob walk by. I quickly duck behind the counter of the bar where the other two people are standing. The member of the mob comes into the restaurant and starts talking to the other people. I don't hear what they are saying, but soon he pulls a gun. I duck down as low as I can go because I don't want to be seen. Unexpectedly, the mobster fires a "warning shot" for the other two right into the counter above where I'm hiding and I get hit. Then, I woke up.

So then, I fell back asleep and had this other dream:

I'm in the hospital and all of the doctors are rushing right by me as if they don't see me. I don't think that this is weird because it's a busy hospital... why waste their time looking at me? So I wander around aimlessly until something tells me to leave. So I leave the hospital and continue to wander around until I find what I was looking for. A ladder. It's not a very tall ladder, basically only 6 feet tall. I stand it up straight and step onto the lowest rung. It doesn't fall over. Then, I close my eyes and the ladder begins to stretch and grow bigger and bigger. Soon I am 100 feet above the park (playground) in which my ladder was found. And then my ladder starts to move. It is my transportation, bending to my will, being what I need it to be.

So we are moving along the deserted New York streets (for this is where I have descerned I am, and it is late) and as we (the ladder and I, for it is it's own entity) move closer to our destination we pick up speed. Faster and higher. Faster and higher. As we round a corner, I see on the ground a speck moving. What is it I wonder? Well, this is the wrong thought becuase the ladder starts to tilt towards the ground. It does not shorten but simply aims me right at the strange object. I'm falling now, the suction of the Earth pulling me down. Last minute, I manage to swing my legs underneath me, to catch my fall and it works. I stretch my tendons when I land, but am otherwise unharmed. Unfortunately, the strange object has left. As I look up, straight ahead of me, taking my eyes off of the ground, I notice I'm at central park, miles away from the hospital. From there, I decide it's time to go back. When I get there, one of the nurses takes me into a room. "Where have you been?!" she scolds. "You know the rules! Don't fratinize with the living!" At this point, I'm dumbfounded.

"The living?" I ask.

"Yes. The living." She looks into my eyes. She's only a few centimeters away. "Don't tell me you've forgotten agaainn?" She's exasperated. "Okay. The short version: you're a ghost, I don't know how you died. You stay at the hospital and don't bother those who can't see you. Does this sound framilliar?"

I sigh. "Yes mother..." It's then that I realize what she has said and that in fact, she is my mother (not my mother in real life, but playing my mother in the dream). So, defeated, I returned to the original waiting room I had been in. I sat for a few minutes before I noticed a weird character on my left. He had very masculine facial features. He was eerily beautiful, and was wearing some sort of cloak. Darkness seemed to eminate from his entire being. For some reason, I couldn't tear my eyes away. He had been leaning down with his forehead resting on his hands. After a minute of me watching him, though, he turns and stares straight at me. Neither of us moves. Then, he does the unexpected and laughs. It's a loud and hearty laugh. I wonder why other patients in the waiting room don't notice him. I can't take my eyes away. He turns back to me and says something. I can't remember all of what it was. Some was teasing, some even seemed as if he were flirting. But the gist of the conversation was that he wanted me to leave the hospital with him. How I wanted to go!! Almost every fiber of my being was yelling at me to go. But then, there was the voice; that little voice in the back of your head that says, "Do as your mother told you". He laughs once more as he can see the argument going on in my head.

"Don't worry about it," he says. "I know you'll be there."

With that, he turns and walks out of the hospital just as my mother walks in. She looks at him leaving and then looks at me. She shakes her head in warning before going back to her work. I sit and ponder for a while, maybe even hours. No one sees me, and now I know why. Finally, after I can't stand it any longer, I get up and leave the hospital. After I get my ladder, we're on the move again. I don't know where I'm going, and I don't care. All I can think about was that man. As we move along the framilliar streets, I glance about occationally, recognizing my surroundings. Before I know it, I'm back on that street with the strange object. It's no longer there. It's been replaced with another entity all together. The man. It's him. I know it. I want answers. I want him. I wasn't thinking. All thought was gone. There was only him.

This time as I began to fall, I embraced it. I was part of it. I closed my eyes and lept. As I opened them, I was on the ground beside the man. My eyes grew wide as I saw he was with a dog. He gestured to it and smiled at my ladder. "My transportation" was all he said. I stared into his eyes as he continued to smile that dark handsom smile.



And then I woke up. Which really sucks because it was just getting good. Seriously, though... my mind is contrived. How do I come up with this shit?! lol. Anyone wanna tell me what they think?