I was startled awake this morning by my SECOND consecutive dream of Moby
last night. This is the first time I have EVER dreamed of a fellow blogger. Have you guys ever dreamed of fellow bloggers before? Well... each dream had the EXACT SAME theme and ending. The sequence of events in each dream were different... but the message was the same when the dream ended. I hope Moby doesn't get offended that I am sharing a dream about him publicly and not privately.
I arrive in San Francisco to see Moby. I am very excited about it. I am suddenly aware that when I find Moby and his place, we are taking public transportation to go to some party. Moby has a very nice place. I somehow see his business card and his office. Apparently he is not really a 911 dispatcher or an EMT. He is really a lawyer! Yes, but he is an admirable lawyer. His practice is defending the rights of clients with HIV. I immediately feel proud of him and his profession. He seems noble to me. When Moby sees me, he is kind of fumbling around and seems nervous. We then go to an area with other people waiting for a bus or something. While we are waiting, I notice a tower that has people bungy jumping off of. I admire that people are willing to do that. They are all lined up waiting to bungy jump. Then after I turn back to the waiting area, I notice that I cannot find Moby. I start to panic! Where is he??!!! Just then, three Jamaican guys with that funky hair surround me. They ask me how much money I have. I start to feel great fear. Even though it was risky, I squeeze through them and run to the men's bathroom nearby. There, I start yelling out "MOOOOBEEEEE! MOOOOBEEEEE! Where are you MOOOOOBEEEEE?" I go from stall to stall looking for him. This public restroom is the biggest pulic restroom I have ever seen. It is almost like a labrynth. I finally think I find Moby in a stall. I am outside a stall door and I feel that it is Moby there behind that door. I suddenly get a text message on this big gadget thing I have. It is a message from Moby. It says, "I can tell you don't really like me. I am sorry about leaving you behind." I start to fret. I say "NOOO!" "That is NOT true!". When I look up, I realize Moby is not still in that stall. He must have escaped when I was looking at my damn gadget!
I am with Moby in that same public transportation waiting area. There is still a tower with a bungy jumpy service and people lined up to see it. I still have that proud feeling of being with Moby. He tells me to follow him. I start following him. He takes me up to a second level place via an upward moving platform. It look futuristic. He inserts his card and punches a few numbers. He is now dispensing medicine to a person as if he was a bartender. I looked amazed and say "WOW! That is neat!" The guy that needed the medicine announces that he is going to tip $1. He has four quarters. He tips Moby 75 cents and this woman that is suddenly nearby Moby a quarter. He looks at me and frowns (like I did nothing to help him) and says "This is for them. You are not getting tipped." I was thinking "That's okay. I am just here with Moby. I didn't do anything. I don't need a tip." I then notice that I am suddenly looking for Moby again. I am walking around and I keep losing things on me. I keep dropping things! I am struggling to walk without dropping things. I am embarrassed. Then I notice the same woman that was with me, Moby, and the customer in the medicine dispensing machine. She asks to see my gadget device. I show her. She seems to really admire it and takes it from me! She runs back to the public transportation area. I am PISSED! I said "GIVE THAT BACK!" I then suddenly notice that Moby is nowhere to be found. I see the woman with no device. I hit her on the head and knock her out. The device is still nowhere to be found. I then have a feeling that I really need the device to contact Moby again. So, I start knocking out all the people in the public transportation waiting area to search for my only means to contact Moby. I finally find it on the ground. I pull up the same text message I had in the first dream. I try to reply to Moby via this device but to no avail.
Then I suddenly wake up. I just felt like I had a powerful dream with a deep meaning. What feeling I was left with was... "Moby is something to be proud of. If you go to San Francisco, don't be expected to be guided around by anyone. You are on your own." WOW. It was almost like God emphasizing that point on my heart.
What does it all mean? Have any of you ever dreamed of another blogger? Could this have been caused by eating too much Velveeta, Rotelle Tomatoes and Chips last night????