Black Garbage Bags

Finally, a place where I can blog. It took forever to find a name for this website that hadn't been already been taken.

Anyway, this is Black Garbage Bags. I'll be blogging about my most recent dreams. Black Garbage Bags has to do with a dream I had when I was growing up that involved a knife, blood and a specific person. This dream really stuck in my head and I will never forget it. I've had other dreams too involving black garbage bags.

All my dreams are crazy, just like yours I'm sure, so I try not to take them so seriously. I ask that you do the same with my dreams as well.

So the last dream that I had with any substance had to do with me being an assassin. I remember that I had a sniper rifle and was on the ground from up high looking for my target. I was running through what looked like a desert and I was clothed in all this gear and had a lot of weapons. Somehow I ended up inside a hidden greenhouse and there were scientists there who were waiting for me. They asked if I could take this suitcase and I did. All hell broke loose and I was in the middle of a battle. Gunfires were everywhere and I had to escape. I did escape and I also woke up.

And that's that. The dream I had before this most recent one took place in late 1960s and I was some sort of a ghost interpreter. I had this device to help me communicate to the dead. I will tell you about it next time around. Sweet dreams everybody.