It was a long wierd dream, complicated as a migraine trance. Many of us were in a big mansion. Maybe it was Ms. H's mansion. I don't know. The sisters from up the street were there too. The main thing was it was crowded and I was forever forgetting which floor I was on and getting lost in the house. Not that getting lost was a big problem because it wasn't. This dream was jumping around to different cities, too. The ladies dropped a thief off in a parking lot where the police were supposed to meet us to pick the guy up, but the thief got away. Next thing I know, I was in Hawthorne, CA trying to decide which way I was going to go on the bus. It was like I was going to go and get something to eat and a Popeye's Chicken conveniently materialized itself to be just 2 blocks away from me on Hawthorne Blvd! What a deal! So I decided to go and get some chicken instead of getting the bus, but not too long after that, I was back in the big house. It was almost like we were all sheltering ourselves there. I wonder if some of these dreams are warning me that we are going to have a bad flood here sometime soon.
6/19/2006 - An Update:
2 days ago, I discovered my psychic abilities to still be mind-blowing, even to myself. I haven't been in Hawthorne, CA since 1992 & there was no Popeye's Fried Chicken on Hawthorne Blvd & El Segundo Blvd at that time. I was always going to the Popeyes on Rosecrans. In a job related task on Saturday, I was looking at Yahoo Maps for somebody living in that area & discovered NOW THERE IS A POPEYE'S WHERE I DREAMED IT WAS!!!!!! I guess I will never cease being amazed about things like this.
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