Crazy Dreaming 4 U

500000 Signatures on Petition

2013-02-08T04:39:00.000-08:00

I had a really crazy dream the other night that lead me to creating this petition. It all started with me laying in a doorway in a sleeping bag. Then a piece of paper came floating past saying Petition To Help Dr Geebers The Pebbleman Get A Permanant Spot To Create Live Art On Brighton Beach.

I looked at it for a moment thinking I haven't set up no petition so what was going on. Then this white cloud turned towards me and changed into a big smiling sun wearing sunglasses. I looked baffled at this stage. Then it spoke to me in a really cool way.

"You are one of the most coolest artists the UK has ever seen and you deserve better in life my friend. You captured the hearts and souls of millions of people through hard work and sheer determination. You are the beat of many hearts and the inspiration to the masses. Now take head and create this petition and the masses will sign if they believe the way I do that you are truly one of a kind. You have the knowledge and the know how to make everything happen right at your finger tips. I have watched you and followed you as you painstakingly took on a challenge no other artist has ever attempted and succeeded to finish no matter what. So please listen to me my friend you will succeed and will help those less vulnerable in life."
I could not believe what I was hearing as the cloud simply disappeared like the way it appeared. So I woke up still in my sleeping bag and wrote down what I had to do. Now this is a true story of what occured and now here is a link to that very petition Petition To Help Dr Geebers The Pebbleman Get A Permanent Spot To Create Live Art On Brighton Beach

The Crazy Homeless Zoo

2013-01-24T03:37:00.000-08:00

Being a homeless person is a hard thing. Sleeping in doorways is even harder. I had this dream two nights ago as I slept in a doorway on Air Street Brighton.

I along with many of my homeless mates where invited to The Crazy Zoo. It was a working day trip arranged by myself for some unknown reason.

The sun was shining with a bright blue sky. The trip down on the minibus was brilliant. Everyone was on good terms and really excited to go here.

When we got there we had to have a brief with the owners and told not to be scared for nothing will harm us. We knew that animals can hurt sometimes but was not prepared for what we where going to see.

I walked in with loads of other homeless people from Brighton. We where told to pick up wheel barrows, shovels, pitch forks etc. I was told to take notes on what was happening which I agreed.

While walking through the yard a big massive snake wriggled up in front of me. He raised himself up high and went for my face stopping short as it opened its mouth letting out a huge screech. I jumped back nearly having a heart attack. Everyone laughed and a few seconds later I laughed also. I must admit I nearly shit myself.

A few hours later Big Bill was wheeling his wheel barrow across the yard full of manure. The manure raised up in his face and said. "Dam it man can you not do anything right. No much wonder adults are so useless". Bill dropped the wheel barrow instantly and stepped back. I never seen such a big man as scared as he was. What a freaky thing to happen yet I must admit even I had to laugh at this.

This was absolutely so crazy to see yet funny as well. Jammie was there also acting the full as usual, trying to be the big man. He was given a pitch fork to go and rotate some soil to plant potatoes and some vegetables. As he was walking to the location his pitch fork kicked him in the shin and ran off on its own. "What the fuck". Jammie shouted. "Hahahaha now whos a fool you little shit catch me if you can turnip head". Shouted the pitch fork in a crazy way sticking his tongue out. "See when I get you, you little shit I will break you in two". Jammie boasted as he chased the pitch fork all over the place.

What a dream I was having. Yet I decided to hide away for a few moments behind a lorry. Someones legs where showing wearing a really short skirt with no underwear. "Excuse me sweetie you asleep". I asked polightly looking striaght up her skirt. The woman slid out from under the lorry and said no. Her eyes where on her arm and her mouth was her armpit. "Would you like a big kiss honey". She answered back launching herself at me and with that a gust of wind blew of my sleeping bag wakening me up on Air Street Brighton.

This was one of the most bazzare dreams I have ever had and still do not really know what it was about.

The street dies in the gutters

2013-01-17T02:58:00.000-08:00

       Waking up sweating is one thing, waking up cold is another. Yet waking up to a nightmare that has not happened is very distressing.
        I had been sleeping in the same doorway in Brighton for ages. Trying to piece my live together mixing with lots of homeless dudes.
        I had been drinking heavily the night before and went to sleep as usual not understanding the concepts of what I was seeing in my dream this night.
        All I remember is being in the middle of a field with my trousers around my ankles. I had toilet paper in my hand, when policemen came from everywhere. I started to run and fell over face first on the ground.
        What was going on? I was doing no harm.
        "Your under arrest". I heard a young female voice say as she put handcuffs on me./
        "What you doing to me". I replied in a gentle manner struggling to break free from all the commotion.
        "Look see what you have done you crazy murderer".
        "What?" I replied struggling even more now.
        I looked into a ditch at the side of a road and all I seen was 15 of my homeless pals laying in a ditch with their legs sticking in the air. I won't mention their real names but I have told them about this dream. They had been beaten to death with a frozen cucumber. How ridicules is this.
        I am getting arrested for beating to death my friends on the street.
        I was taken to Brighton police station to be questioned when the police car I am in catches on fire. Instantly the fire got out of control burning my face while the car explodes.
        I aweaken instantly in my sleeping bag where I had went to sleep that night absolutly sweating and freezing at the same time. I still do not know what this means but I must admit it was one heck off a crazy dream to have.

Snowy the street poet helps Dr Geebers

2012-11-22T03:12:00.001-08:00

     It hard to live life out on the streets because you never know whats going to happen. Dreams can be reality yet you think your dreaming.
    I was in my sleeping bag doing my normal thing writing poetry rhymes and limericks to share on the web. This is hard when you get no benefits what so ever and now and again I would be asked to read something out. Sometimes people would give me money for this so I could afford to get a proper decent meal.
    This was one moment that really grabbed me as a real street poet called Snowy from Brighton came to me. He asked me if I wanted to publish some of my work along side his. I was overwhelmed by this thought and said yes. I was really in this moment so I thought and didn't understand what the hell i was doing. I never thought my poetry rhymes where up to the standard of any other person especially those who do performance poetry such as he.
   I went to a computer to see how well my own blogs was going on and this is when I noticed a crazy email that had come through. It was from Snowy saying the book was a success and he was congratulating me for contributing to make his dream and many others happen.
    I woke up at this point in my sleeping bag outside Juqa a shop on East Street Brighton. Then owner was furious at me for sleeping there. She started threatening me with police and blaming me for what others had done in her doorway. I tried to explain I was no regular homeless person and was an artist having hard times yet she would not believe me.
    I hope people read this message and Snowy if this dream becomes a reality then where are you my friend because if this book is going to happen then you need to make yourself known to me my man.
    Can dreams come true I do not know. Yet I must admit some of what you have read so far has come true.

   In fact three of my limericks have had over one million google+ hits and counting.

The day my life changed forever

2012-10-26T06:26:00.001-07:00

     I couldn't believe what i was seeing as I lay on cardboard sleeping outside a shop in its doorway. I was in my sleeping bag with snow coming down. Even the sun was trying to get out.
     I was dreaming that when i woke up as usual I would be dumbfounded by what was going to happen today. I packed my kit away and headed towards Firstbase which is a homeless day centre in Brighton UK.
     This was at a two-three mile walk there and back everyday. What was I doing? Where was I going again? I wondered as I turned in my sleep.
      I got to Firstbase and rung the doorbell. Someone let me in. I walked in and had breakfast which included my coffee all for free.
      Then I went up to the computer room to check on my blogs. Then I noticed that one of my rhymes had reached 750,000 google+ hits. I don't get paid for this.
      Then I decided to have a look at my books on lulu.com. I couldn't believe my eyes. I had actually sold 150 poetry online books.
      Then I checked my youtube channel which was going mental with views after views. 15,000,000,000 hits to date and still rising. With this moment I woke up as the shop owner stood staring at me growling like a wolf on heat. I was still in my sleeping bag wishing for the best Christmas ever.
     I got up and packed my sleeping bag away and did the long walk to Firstbase. I went and checked out all my sites and could not believe that people where actually buying my book and helping me become the person they wanted me to become so I could go and live the dream to help people who have been or should i say are in the situation I was in.
    Thank you everyone who did this. Here is the links below to all the blogs i have for everyone to enjoy.

http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/drgeebers checkout these poetry books and support my cause as an artist.

http://drgeebersthepebbleman.blogspot.co.uk

http://drgeeberspoetry.blogspot.co.uk

http://crazyistheanswer.blogspot.co.uk

Rich rich rich poor

2012-10-18T01:26:00.000-07:00

Many people dream of being rich oneday and never understand the reality of life. Me myself have never wanted to be rich just happy. Yet the funny thing is all my dreams seem to end up the same way. This is about me dreaming of good times which come along with nothing to die for and then at the last minute I seem to loose everthing and end up back at the starting point of life.

Many different people have said in the past that my life is paved with gold and if anything goes to be noticed and thats this dream sure tells me I may have a wonderfull life in the future.

I was walking down the street minding my own business when all of a sudden a breifcase falls of a wall in front of me in Brighton. The case bursts open throwing thousands of pounds worth of bank notes in my face. I decided to do the honorable thing and had it into the police. They said if no one picks it up in 28 days then the money would be mine.

I never thought anything of it and a month went past. A policeman stopped me and asked me my name so I told him. The officer asked me for addentifacation. So I showed him. This is when my life changed forever or so I thought anyway. £500.000 was in the case. No one had claimed the case so legally the money became mine. Whoever lost it though was looking for it and found out I had it. I was having a ball of course. Doing all the things I had ever dreamed of.

So men came heavy handed looking for it. They where armed to the teeth with meatclevers, knifes and guns. I had done no wrong and wondered what the hell was going on. I had never ever seen so much money in one hit before and could not understand why people wanted to go to so much bother to steal this money from me which was legally mine.

One morning all hell broke loose after being at a casino and loosing loads. I was hit in the arm by the blade of a knife. This was not a good start as the people shouted wheres the bloody money. Give it to me now. I wasn't giving up my money for no one since I have never had any before. They beat me up and tied me too some railings. They beat the living daylights out of me. Then one punch landed sweetly right upon my face waking me up in a pool of sweat.

This put me of wanting money for life yet having a good time and helping others is certianly me. What a dream and I hope the hell it don't come true.

The Magic Poem/rhyme/song 28000 hits

2012-05-17T15:04:00.002-07:00

Yes I dream a lot but this dream came true.

I was sitting in a car at the time drinking with my friend.

We where flying down the motorway and I wrote this crazy little poem/rhyme/song.

Driving on the motorway, as fast as can be,

With my foot down, flat to the floor,

Being in the fast lane, speeding you see,

Doing one hundred and then some more.

Banging my head, banging my head,

Jumping up and down, banging my head.

Banging my head, banging my head,

Jumping up and down, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Flying by truckers at my side,

With my top down, all the way,

Showing a smile, with all my pride,

In my porch, I say, I say.

Listening to music, way up loud,

Without a care, none at all,

Then all of a sudden, I seen a crowd,

In a field, I do recall.

Driving on the motorway, as fast as can be,

With my foot down, flat to the floor,

Being in the fast lane, speeding you see,

Doing one hundred and then some more.

Banging my head, banging my head,

Jumping up and down, banging my head.

Banging my head, banging my head,

Jumping up and down, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Turning down the volume, what did I hear?

Someone shouting on a mike,

Then all of a sudden, there was a cheer,

When drums started beating, in perfect flight.

So I slowed down ready to stop,

To find out, what it was,

When someone they just lost the plot,

All dressed up, for the cause.

Driving on the motorway, as fast as can be,

With my foot down, flat to the floor,

Being in the fast lane, Oh yes it’s me,

Doing one hundred and then some more.

Banging my head, banging my head,

Jumping up and down, banging my head.

Banging my head, banging my head,

Jumping up and down, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Seeing flashing lights, coming behind,

Then a siren, squealing so raw,

While a copper began to chime,

Stop the car, you broke the law.

Giving him the fingers, in my mirror,

While putting the foot down, on my peddle,

While not knowing what would occur,

I just turned up the heavy metal.

Driving in the fast lane, as fast as can be,

With my foot down, flat to the floor,

Being in the fast lane, oh yes it’s me,

Doing one hundred and then some more.

Banging my head, banging my head,

Jumping up and down, banging my head,

Banging my head, banging my head.

Jumping up and down, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Crashing through road blocks, not giving a dam,

Speeding up, speeding up,

Supping on a beer that’s in my hand,

Who really cares, who really cares?

Then all of a sudden, it happened to me,

The spikes went out, across the road,

Pop went the tyres as flat as can be,

Then crash, bang, wallop, my car explodes.

Driving in the fast lane, as fast as can be,

With my foot down, flat to the floor,

Being in the fast lane, speeding you see,

Doing one hundred and the some more.

Banging my head, banging my head,

Jumping up and down, banging my head.

Banging my head, banging my head,

Jumping up and down, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Banging my head, banging my head,

Jumping up and down, and now I’m dead.

Banging my head, banging my head,

Jumping up and down, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

By Dr Geebers

I did not know that it would be google +1d 28000 times. That is before my blog went private and I couldn't google +1 on my site again.
So dreams can come true.

The one million hit post

2012-05-09T06:53:00.000-07:00

             Your sitting at your laptop with a nice glass of wine in your hand. You got nothing better to do. Your heads starting to spin from all the alcohol. Your fingers are burning from all the typing at incredable speeds as if your from another planet.
            What is going on? You cannot seem to stop yourself from putting this trash you up on the web. No ones going to read this crap. Its only a load of old tripe. Yet you still do because its the truth and can be a bit annoying at times. Everyone does it all the time. Yet your writing blog not a facebook message which can be a bit boring.
            You have been on the computor now at least an hour maybe even two and your still randering on about nothing in paticular. Why do people do this? you ask yourself as you carry on writing more absolute nonsence that seems a lot of gobbley gook. Not even a garaffe or a gerbil could make head nor tail of it let alone a human.
            You drink even more wine, thats three bottles now but whos counting as the clock spins round like a rocket. The walls start to move towards youm, but are you going to stop?
             Of course not, it is to important to give up now since its a load of cobs wallope anyway and you know no one in their right mind wants to read all this good for nothing verbleness. Yet you still keep on going with on knee on the floor and bottles of wine lying on the floor beside the cat. Who now seems to be slightly drunk as well on a few licks of a bootle.
             What is going on? Why do I want to write all this crap for and why do I want people to read it? I thought as I kept on writing the dam thing anyway. Why? Why? Why?
             Well I do not know. All I know is I am writing it because I dreampt it so that means I have to write it. Why I do not know but the dream was spot on with its predictions of everything today so far. That I would be writing poems better than ever before, doing things that I ever dreamed of, meeting people in purple hats. They where from Poland and that happened on the beach where I create my sculptures out of pebbles. Yet something has told me to write this dream down the way it happened. The only problem is I do not know why or how this is happening but it has to happen now. Even if I only get one hit it don't matter at least I am doing what it told me to do yet I do not understand why?
             Now that it is done I hope that it comes true and my life really does change for the better. Yet if you don't put in the effort then nothing ever happens. If you do then something might happen. This is what this dream was all about but WHY?

The Talking Roulette Machine

2012-01-27T04:01:00.000-08:00

                  "You can do it. You can do it. You know you want too. Go on have a go". A voice kept shouting out at me as I walked past a casino thinking nothing of it. Then it happened again. Where was it coming from. I haddn't a clue. It onlyappened outside the casino and nowhere else. Not outside the bookies or anywhere. Even my hairs on the back of my head stood up. I had fifty pound in my pocket and knew t gambling wasn't for me. Yet this voice was calling out to me and getting louder each time so I eventually went in. I went passed a couple of machines which did not catch my attension striaght away. Yet this one slightly hidden out of the way was calling me. When I got up to it it kind of smiled at me and laughed.
                  "You got to go to the roulette wheel my friend and put all your money on number 5 to win". I never listen to people and surely I wasn't going to start listening to this machine. So I decided to put on a pound. it came in amd I won.
                  "Don't collect repeat it my friend go on. You have nothing to lose sence you have already won". It said in an unbelievable convincing way, so I did and won again.
                  "Isn't that a lovely feeling winning like that. Well trust me your luck is in for today is your lucky day so go on repeat it my friend and if you lose you have already won, true". Why did I believe him or should I say it. It was only a machine geared up to take everyones cash sooner or later. Yet for some unknown reason I was talking away to it out loud drawing attension to myself. Even the security was looking at me as well.
                  "Don't worry my friend just keep on repeating this board until I say other wise. You are on a roll my friend". It was right, he was right or whatever you want to call it. I was on a roll and a have. I had started of with fifty pound in my pocket. I only put ten pound in the stupid machine since it was talking to me. Now I was up almost two hundred pound and still rising. What was going on? I never have any luck like this, never.
                  "Now put your money on 32 to win". The machine called so I put on ten pound and I won again. This was unbelievable until the machine said do not bet anymore and cash up. So thats what I did. I ended up with five hundred and forty pound.
                  I went to walk out yet the machine called me again only to say I should go on to the big tables and play for real.
                  "Come on what have you to lose. You are already nearl five hundred pound up. Go on have a go. Go get some chips and put it on 0. Trust me you will win". He was right up until now and his judgement was always spot on. So I did what he said. I went got my chips and put fivty pound on 0 and won. I could not believe my luck.
                  "Now my friend go cash up and have a break. Put a couple of coins in me and listen to what I have to say". So I went quickly and did this. Nearly already fivteen hundred pound up. What a lucky streak. I went back to the machine and put a few coins in like he said. Listened to him talk on about horses then he came to the crunch hit.
                  "When you leave here my friend go to the bookies and put on a hore acumulator". He came out the horse names and I wrote them down in my phone. He stumbled on one and said it would be better to do two accumulaters. One of the horses may win or may not on the first one. I did what he said and went striaght to William Hills. I put on two accumulators of four horses. I didn't think much of it so I sat and watch the first race and the horse won. I thought wicked. Then the next race and it won. I was amazed. Then the third race was the stumble and his second horse won. Then the fourth and final race and a 33 - 1 horse stumped it home. I could not believe my luck and on doubles and trebbles and all that stuff which I knew nothing about. I didn't even know that even one horse lost I had still won over one hundred pound on the first ticket. How did the machine know this. The secound ticket gave me a staggering twelve thousand pounds. What an awesome end to an unbelieveable day as I woke up to coffee in bed and my girlfriend asking me if I was ok.

Now what was that all about?

The Exhibition

2012-01-26T06:44:00.000-08:00

                    Waking up one morning in my tent thinking I wish someone would offer me the chance of a lifetime. The commission of pure delight. Yet I was no one really special. Even though I had done the most unbelievable journey I was still no one. I had no one to blame except myself.
                    I was there again in Brighton south of London creating one unbelievable display of pure pleasure for everyone to see. I had no qualifications, no money and didn't know what to do except create. The the opportunity of a lifetime came out of the blue. A stranger asked me what I was doing and I told her.
                    "I was creating a seaside display from loose pebbles in a sculptured format by loosely setting one pebble on top of each other. It is a bit like dry stone walling only it's not meant to last".
                    "Oh I see. Are you the man who walked the coast of the UK not so long ago?"
                    "I sure am and I enjoyed every minute of it. Wish though I could of got sponsorship to do it though and raised money for charity. But that wasn't to be but I do have a good book out of it though but have no way of getting it into the public eye. Nothing seemed to go right for me and I'm still in the same boat as I started out in."
                     "If someone could make your book happen and get you into art galleries would you be interested?"
                     "Definitely because I do believe I have something so special that people would want to buy and also look at. I also know I can create miniature pieces for the house and bigger ones for the garden and could create jobs for people also".
                     "Good my friend it's your lucky day and I am so pleased to have met you. You deserve all the support you get and I am willing to use my contacts to make that happen for you. You are an inspiration my friend and should be proud of what you have achieved so far. Now do me a favour my friend and go and have a proper meal on me as you deserve it. You bring colourful art for free and inspire young and old alike. You ask for nothing and expect nothing in return. Your a true artist and deserve to live the dream. I hope you are here tomorrow because I have a big surprise for you my friend. You see I know who you are and what you did, the trouble you went through and believe in my heart what I am about to do for you is the right thing. I am from the Tate Gallery in London and I want to organise an exhibition there for you. Your art is so amazing I believe you are awesome and children around the world will want to be you. So please be here in the morning first thing and I'll take you for breakfast so we can diguss this further".
                      "I was shocked with admiration and wondered if I was dreaming. Then I woke up suddenly after hearing something fall my girlfriend knocked over.

Now what was that all about?

The Hungry Snake

2012-01-25T03:35:00.000-08:00

                   What would you do? How would you protect yourself with nothing. If you where out on your own at night. The sky pitch black and the wind as calm as a post. The only thing stiring maybe the odd frightened bird which makes you jump.
                   Everything seems so beautiful at this time of night. When someone takes out one of your earphones yet there is no one there. Now what would you do? Run? Me I just stood there wondering what was going on when a voice spoke to me. "You not scared man". I looked round and could not see no one or anything. The voice spoke again. "I would move if I was you boy before I eat you for loitering you fool". Then it laughed out loud. Whatever I thought as the hairs stood up on the back of my neck. Dander was getting closer but what was it? I really whated to know what was speaking to me.
                   It was unbelievable to see. It was 22' long and at least as thick as my waste. It was the biggest snake I had ever seen. I turned to run but he flicked out his tongue catching my foot and dragging me towards him. "You think your cool but your really a fool. You think you got all it takes to be a man but your really a little rat to me. Hahahhhhahahahahha.
                   Now was actually scared and it was getting worse as I struggled to get free without actually getting there while the beast laughed uncontrolably at my misfortune. This was pissing me off. Yet he was loving ever minute of it. I could feel his teeth bang my feet, drag up my legs with slimery gue covering my body. The father into his mouth I went the stench was making me vomit. He didn't let up one bit and it was getting even darker as he shut his mouth like a door over my body. How was I going to get out? How would you? I started panicing as he swallowed me whole. Then like a switch turnning on I woke up gasping for air with sweat all over my body.

Now what was that all about?

The Money's Talking

2012-01-22T10:34:00.000-08:00

                     Your down and out sleeping on a bench without a bean in your pocket. You got nothing and really smell like you where in the sewers. What can you do? Rob, steal, shoplift and beg to stay alive. Then you here a voice. A loud squeaky voice like a mouse or something. You look around and can't see anyone.
                     "Come here". Shouts the voice and you look left.
                     "Not that way dummy". Then you look right.
                     "I'm down here fool". You look down and see this ten pence piece laying on the ground. You stoop down and pick it up gently with a surprised look about your face.
                     "It's your lucky day my friend. I am the luckest ten pence you will ever find. Now take me to the arcade and let me feel the fortune of luck". What? You head starts spinning. You are talking to a ten pence peice that talks back to you and your the only one that hears him.
                     "Look here I don't gamble alright". You say for some strange reason.
                     "You don't gamble? Look mate if I tell you to put me into a machine and it gives you a win and you never lose ever are you still not going to have a gamble?" What this is everyone dream in life. Yet I was living it, feeling it, doing it and believing it. This felt so real to me it was unbelievable. One minute on a park bench the next buying brand new cars, speed boats and houses while living life to the max. Untill one day my luck ran out and I lost the coin. What tradgady. How did I loose such a thing. Then I remembered my partner got me drunk and took all my money along with my real lucky coin. with this I woke up pennyless but happy beside the love of my life.

What was that all about?

Spanish Lottery Winner Hell

2012-01-21T07:47:00.000-08:00

                     Many people have dreams about winning the lottery. Even last night I did it too. I was in a hotel room somewhere in Spain. Why? I do not know. I had been to a shop to get some cigarettes when a Spanish person wanted my change for something to eat. I didn't mind giving him something. Then as he walked away I looked down at the ground where I dropped my cigarettes and found a ticket laying at my feet. I picked it up off course along with my ciggy's. I remember this so clearly. People where partying on the street for three days and I had been part of the crowd. Everyone was drinking and dancing wildly. We where all enjoying ourselves.
                      Why was I here? I didn't seem to know. I must of been on holiday or something.
                      The ticket was two days old and the draw was two days ago. It was on the news that there had been a jackpot winner. No one had came forward to claim the prize. I didn't even think about checking the ticket myself. Then all of a sudden when I was in a bar buying a round of drinks my ticket came out. I asked the barman what was the numbers of the last draw and when it was held. He told me 22, 26, 30, 32, 35, 40. I hadn't a clue what I had won but these numbers was on the ticket. I took out my mobile and phoned the number on the ticket. I told them the numbers and they said I had won the jackpot which turned out to be 1.6 million pounds. I was over the moon and didn't know what to do.
                       I told the barman which was a mistake and he chased me shouting out I was the winner. The whole pub turned round in anger and chased me down the street trying to steal the ticket. Then a big fist came out of nowhere hitting me in the face and I woke up.

Now what was that all about.

The Exploding Dart

2012-01-20T03:11:00.000-08:00

Being in a pub having a good time when someone comes up to you wanting a game of darts for a fiver. Gambling not my game but I do like to throw the odd set of arrows now and again. Everything was going sweet as. The darts where hitting their targets and evrything was going my way. Then all of a sudden one dart hits the dart board exploding into flames. Then the numbers on the dart board started coming alive. Dancing in circles like indians on a war dance. What could I do? My opponent wasn't to happy and started going off on one. He went mental punching me to the ground smashing my head onto the bar. All hell broke out and the fight ended up on the streets where everyone seemed to join in. Then someone grabbed a knife from somewhere and stabbed me in the head. This is when I woke up with sweat all over my body.

Now what was that all about?

Your girlfriends turns into a monster

2012-01-16T04:20:00.000-08:00

Your going about your work as normal. You don't see anything suspicious or anything. Your still working in a wearhouse hopping for some luck. Maybe winning the lottery or something. Your hating every minute of working there and cannot wait to you get back home to see your girlfriend. Then everything goes wrong as she tuns into this great big enormous monster with druel running down her cheeks. You panick wondering what to do. She's after you wanting to rip your heart out because you havn't got the rent money yet again. What do you do? Then bang comes down her great big tail ready to smash in your head and you wake up. Sweat pouring down your forhead like a leaking pipe.

Now what was that all about?

The Exploding Wallet

2012-01-14T14:59:00.000-08:00

Your walking down the street in the middle of the day. You accidentally drop your wallet. Someone picks it up and hands it to you. You thank them as they walk away. You couldn't make out their even though it took along time to make the reaction. Then all of a sudden the wallet explodes in your face covering you in colourful die. It wasn't a loud bang but powerful enough too spray you. Everyone on the street is laughing at you. Then you awaken wondering what was going on.

Now what was that all about?

Leopards Change Completely

2012-01-13T06:25:00.000-08:00

Imagine being in a jungle in really hot sunlight. Nothing unusual for some people then a leopard pops up from nowhere, snarling, growling with it's big teeth showing. Your frightened and do not know what to do. Then slowly it changes into a monkey and run up a tree making monkey noises. Did it happen? Then the monkey slowly changes into a snake slithering along the branches. Am I seeing things? That snake then decides to turn into a lion and plunges striaght towards you. What do you do? Then you awaken all covered in sweat.

Now what was that all about?

The Flying Books

2012-01-11T07:56:00.000-08:00

Your in a classroom all on your own. There is no one there. It is night time. Your at your desk trying to do homework. It's all jumbled up and you don't know what to do. You don't want to be there, you want to be at home having fun. The tables and chairs start moving around stopping you from leaving.
What is going on?
How could this be?
What is happening?
Then one by one the text books grow wings and fly striaght at you. There trying to knock you down. Flying like birds in the sky or even planes hurting you as they bang into you. They have only one mission and that's to hurt you. Lining up and taking it in turns to come at you like a machine gun going off. Until one hits you in the face and you awaken screaming and sweating badly.
Was this a nightmare?
Was this a bad dream?

Now what was that all about.

The Dark Drop

2012-01-09T04:43:00.000-08:00

Walking through a forest at night while hearing the tooting of owls. A wolf howling loud and close sends a shiver down your spine. The flapping of tiny wings like bats or small birds startles you. The creaking of thr trees and branches all seemly louder in the still of the night. Then all of a sudden you come to the edge. There's nothing there except the darkness below. Its time to turn round and go back the way you came. The wind picks up in an almighty burst picking you of your feet, tossing you over the edge, into oblivion. Falling, falling, falling, deep down into the darkness with no end insight. Falling, falling, falling but there seems to be no bottom. You simply keep on falling, falling, falling, with no end in sight. Then you wake up all covered in sweat wondering if your alive or dead. Then you realise you are in bed.

Now what was all that about?

The Praying Lodger

2012-01-04T07:59:00.000-08:00

Your a big house and finding it trouble to pay your bills. Everything is getting harder and harder to make ends meet. You and your partner decide to rent your spare room out to pay for the morgage. You write an advertisment and put it up in a local shop window advertising room to let. A youn handsome guy comes knocking with the cash and up front deposit. Wicked you think money coming in to pay morgage now as your business seems to be going down the drain. The you come home from work to find out he's been sleeping with your partner behind your back. So you hit him and have a big fight. In the middle of the fight you wake up sweating and wonder what is going on. Yo got no lodger, had no lodger and your partner is fast asleep beside you.

What is that all about?

The Voodoo Doll

2012-01-02T16:13:00.000-08:00

Being in someones house that you loved or who you thought you loved. Having an argument with them over the head of something trivial. Then when you decide to leave a voodoo doll come's crashing through the front door uninvited, grabbing you by the throat weilding a dagger. Kind of dancing in your face with long hair in your eyes tormenting you. Yet he's not actually there as you wake up looking around all covered in sweat not knowing what to do.

Now what was that all about?

The Kung Fu Mole

2012-01-02T03:21:00.000-08:00

Walking down a road with trees on both sides spouting brand new leaf's. Oh what a beautiful sight. Summer was on it's way. Until a really strange thing happened, a mole attacked me. He came out of nowhere Kung Fu Style, kicking and punching with all his might. When his last blow slammed me in the face I woke up.

Now what was that all about?