Dreamlog/6.6.09/Out to sea: Island Thugs, Pool, &... Bloods?

I remember a red hooded sweatshirt.

I see a neighborhood down the block.

A pool hall is housed in an old automotive garage.

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There's a gang of young hood-rattish teens and "tweens" there: either hispanic, or maybe even islander, but not Filipino. They appear to be "tight" with one another.

The grass outside the lot is wet, as if it were early morning dew.

I walk towards the pool hall under an overcast sky.It may be before noon it may be after school.

I notice some rather large gangbangers present, but they don't worry me.

I remember a hood-style convenience store. I may be in it, I'm not sure though.

I realize that my hooded sweatshirt, aka "hoodie" is Red and may cause them to think that I'm a "Blood".

I keep walking, and think to myself "it won't matter... I hope."

...and I'm awake again.

Dreamlog/6.5.09/Out to Sea: Treasure Hunt?

The first thing that I remember is water. Some dude and I are looking for something in what appears to be clear water at the surface.

The deeper part of the water is cloudy, which I find out as I venture lower into the "H2O".

Worried about breathing, "dude" assures me that there is treasure on the surface of the deep sea. As we end up at the bottom, I end up at the bottom.

I am now alone, in a sea without marine life. A cloud of ocean sand covers the area.

I attempt to pry open the chest. The top of the chest is made to look like it is an open treasure chest,that conceals the treasure within.

Although the chest remains in the water, I "resurface"?...

and end up in a room that resembles a pirate ship cabin, with a pool of water for a "floor". I notify someone else that it is unattainable.

The person asks me to try again, as if easy to accomplish.

Suddenly, as I look into the knee deep "water-floor", I now see that it is only half an inch thick.

Realizing that I don't even have to hold my breathe, I think to myself "This is stupid."

...and I'm awake again.