During the first part of the dream, I dreamt through the Crucifixion. It was insane. There were close-up shots of Jesus being nailed to the cross, his crown of thorns, his hands, his feet, his face, and his dripping blood. It was intense, especially because there was no rest from the extreme close images I was seeing. It really effected me.
Then I switched over to a different dream.
I was in a pirate restaurant with Kyle and Kody Heffelfinger. When I say pirate restaurant, I mean that all the customers and the waiters were pirates by trade.
Our waiter came to our table and asked what we wanted to order. We all purchased some sort of crazy seafood platter and water, except for Kody, who ordered a glass of wine through Kyle (Kody is only 16 or so). We soon received our enormous plates of highly decorated food and enjoyed the meal. As we were about halfway done with the food, the bouncer came to our table and asked Kody for his ID. Kody retrieved it from his wallet and handed it to the big, scary man as if there were nothing wrong with it. When the bouncer read it, he handed it back, then immediately grabbed all of us and dragged us out of the restaurant.
I decided to then go home, where I met up with Daniel Jeter and my little brother Mike. We discussed what we were going to do the next morning (it was the middle of the night at the time), and came up with a crazy plan. We were going to search for a princess named Dolores, capture her, and take her to an island where she would show us the location of buried treasure.
As the sun was still on it's way to the sky, Dan, Mike, and I journeyed to a nearby school where we hijacked a big yellow school bus. None of us knew how to drive the thing, so we just decided that Dan would be the best option because he is the oldest of the three of us. As he started up the bus, we heard police sirens. Apparently somebody had spotted us, and we were trapped.
Luckily for us, the other busses were pulling out of the school at the time, which created an intense yellow blockade that prevented the cop cars from reaching where we were. Dan then slammed on the gas, running into the rear of the bus in front of us, smashing it up severely. After a few more slams, he managed to force an opening to the road, where we made a successful getaway, thanks in part to the unsolvable maze created by the busses after we pulled out.
At that point, we forgot all about capturing the princess and just drove to the sea. On the way there, Dan drove the bus over a then opening bridge and successfully made it to the other side. When we reached the water's edge, Dan decided that it would be best just to accelerate into the water with the bus, and that is what he did.
There was a loud and confusing impact and, moments later, I was several hundred feet from the shore, holding onto a hunk of floating seat and metal, drifting toward the island.
Then I awoke.
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