Snowing!

I got to school late, but we were all happy because I got to tell everyone it was snowing! I think I was in elementary school

I'm better looking

I dreamed we were driving up this hill really slow because my mom was driving and we were in a really old suburban, but we got there at this really rich place, and it was really awkward because there was no one there since the people were at church, but then my mom started cooking and some people came and talked to us from one of the rooms. There were 2 girls. While my sister reallized she went to jr. high with one of them, I talked to the one from Russia. Then she said we were twins and I said, "I'm better looking, but she's taller." (Neither is true in real life.) Then everyone was talking loudly and having a good time.

Flexing while selling Kyani?

So in real life, my friend Reed is doing this network marketing thing called Kyani. Last night I dreamed that I went door-to-door selling Kyani with him. It was miserable. We walked into a house. The couple came out an said they called 911 and then thought they didn't want to pay for it and cancelled (Do you have to pay for 911 to arrest people?) To break the ice, I asked, "Are you fitness people?" after they let us sit down. They said, "yes, in just about every kind of fitness." Then I started flexing for them and I was huge.

Everyone wants my attention

In my dream I talked to this girl on the phone. She told me I need to listen better, and was angry. It was difficult for me though because I had a million distractions and my family was trying to get me to come eat.

Speak your words

Me and this guy were trying to kill each other in my dream. It was like Bourne Identity. We were fighting. Then I went on this train and started speaking to the passengers. I inspired them with my words. Then the guy came and caught up with me. He wanted to kill me, but I gave a speech to him in front of all the people on the train, saying, "They think you're a punk," and I hid behind the door so he couldn't shoot me from where he was. I said, "Speak your words, for we are those of hope and pride," and then I woke up. Wild!

I made up a joke in my sleep not too long ago: What do you get when you cross a news anchor with a stock salesman? Broking news!!!

War poem

About a week ago, I had this dream: I heard the voice of a man say a poem in the most solemn voice. There was no joy in it, only anger for what had been done and for death that had come to many too quickly-

War

When we're quiet with words

Because we lay in their name

And here it left us.

The beginning

So this is the beginning of my blog. I don't know why I'm doing it, but it will be fun. It's called, Peter's Dream Blog, because all of the entries hereafter will have something to do with my dreams. I am going to put some good dreams I've had, and then I will add them as they come...