My Dreams

I was a dad working a high end job made high end money and loved a high end life style 

I had marriage problems of course and i also 

Had a deep dark secret that i have to keep hidden 

I was walking with my wife during noon beautiful sunsets on this mountain trail, it was paved and the side walks were just dirt for boogie outdoorsmen who think they know a thing or two about nature.

Than my wife brings one of my missing co workers i happened to be with last before their disappearance, this happened about  a month ago, i already been taking in for questioning, ever since i felt there was a chip on my shoulder. But My Wife Goes And says

“There’s so much gossip about what could happened to her” 

“My coworkers are pointing the finger directly at you”

Me “wait a minute and you just let them get away with it?” 

My Wife “No of course not” with a smirk

My wife has a specific way of telling me she worried about me.

Did you catch it?

Well after the hike go home and everything’s normal for about a week or two until, me and my son were night hiking and he has a skateboard. He rides on the road and what ever kid does goes ahead and waits for the slow out of shape middle aged businessman who’s his father catch up.

When I finally catch up and get to the top

The top has a few parking spots a bathroom a few benches with brick/metal shaded and more trails dipping off into the darkness.

When I finally reach the top my son is no where to be seen absolutely nowhere. He can’t be hard to find he was riding a bright red neon skateboard, which i couldn’t  see either. I was in a panic so i left n dialed 9-1–1 weird that no one answered. So i went to the Police station at butt crack of dawn to report a missing person, which was my child. 

I thought he couldn’t have gotten to far and hell turn up after he tired of the sick little prank he’s playing wares off in his mind.  Before leaving i see a group of officers or lawyers looking  at me with such judgmental eyes i knew they just got done gossiping about me. I get into the car and join my wife back in bed, hoping for this nightmare to come to an end.

Im skateboarding at night to get to me and my friends favorite chill spot at the top of a mountain where we all chill skateboard, and some indulge in illegal substances but i don’t get into those quite often.

We were chilling having a blast until we heard awful noise come from bushes, don’t know or have we ever heard such gut wrenching noise, next thing you know we were getting closer and now all of a sudden were not even close to pushes nor are we hearing noise or scared. Since everyone was on drugs they thought it was just a bad trip, but me i knew something wasn’t right because i see something red and glowing in the bushes i go over to pick it up and it’s a skate bored.

I wake up from this days longs nap i took and its the morning again some how i check my phone and theirs no notifications nothing, everything seems still and calm, my house, quiet, my wife, at work, my son, disappeared without a trace. 

I spend the entire day trying to gather my mind on how I’m going to go into work suffering with the entire community knowing your son’s missing.

So right about noon i go on a walk which when the sun went completely down it turned into a night hike.

I hiked up the same that me and my son hiked on the night he went missing and nothing seemed out of the ordinary until i reached the top.

There were kids skating, i smelt a thick layer of burnt Marijuana and Tobacco  in the air so i knew they weren’t my imagination or ghost of some short.

I asked them “Hey, aren’t you guy’s supposed to be at home? I Know you all have curfew’s”

They just stood their i looked to my left and there’s another group of kids but one of these kids stood out the most, no because he was smaller than anyone else, not because his skin or eye color, not even because what he was wearing, it was because he had a bright red skateboard similar to my son’s. 

I asked him “Hey you, with the red skateboard, where’d you get that thing ?

He came up to me and said “I found it in the bushes sir, is it yours?”

I kneel down gently an say “ i need you to show me exactly where you found it”

So him and some other boys tagged along and he traced back exactly where he found the skateboard,

“There sir” he points and this huge area in the bushes that look like it’s been cleared put by someone trying to dig or something i don’t know.

Me and the boys head back to the parking lot and one of these boys sees neon baby blue lights across the sky “Everyone over there, Look!” We turn and see appears to be a craft of some sort hovering over a distant mountain.

My memory stuttered when i seen this, i start getting flash backs of those same exact iight hovering over on the night of my son’s disappearance.

Then everything went black and i had no clue what happened after.

I tell the boys “I need to track that down” 

The boys “we can’t let you go on your own”

The kid with the red skateboard looks at me with the bright neon lights flashing in the background then looks and his friends.

Had the most mind blowing dream 

Memories of people i used to know one whos a life long friend and the other who’s a life long lover

Showing off the inspiration my art had on them and my life.

It was beautiful my friend Julian was dripping with a suit real classy 

And my lover lily had tats of red roses and me going all down her body. I love her

Old Streets But New Ways

05/08/2026

I was visiting my old town and I stopped at an old park where I used to play ball with my friends. Just walking around brought back a wave of nostalgia, and I found myself reflecting on my past. Then I saw a sign claiming the park as a 'hood.' I straight up laughed, thinking, 'This couldn’t be real.' One of my old friends still living in the area said, 'Yeah, it is,' with a serious look on his face. I brushed it off as nothing.

Then a few weeks went by, and during a night walk, I noticed some dark figures moving at the park. Keep in mind, this park has no lights, so I could have been imagining things. I walked up to the park, and there it was — a group of guys I used to go to high school with, claiming a space I once cherished until no one wanted to share it anymore, prompting me to distance myself. 

I started talking to a familiar face, a guy named Ty. We were catching up, and I just let him vent about everything happening. After a while, we ended up at his house, where he shared a troubling story about an altercation that led to guns being involved. He wanted me to check on a gun that was deemed illegal because it was fully automatic. He said, 'If you do the check and it comes back as semi, we’ll be good, and the police will drop the case to self-defense.' The moment I heard this nonsense, I declined.

Then his grandmother returned from the store. While Ty helped her with groceries, I started chatting with a little boy, no older than five, who was the sweetest little thing on earth — bright, sweet, full of love and kindness. He became my motivation throughout this dream.

After declining Ty's offer for help, we ended up in his room. He looked stressed and worried, and I didn’t say anything, just observed. A few minutes passed before he showed me nude pictures of a highly tatted Latina woman. She was beautiful, and I questioned in my head, 'Why is he showing me this?' 

Ty then asked, 'You no like that?' I replied, 'No.' He continued, 'I know you’d crack that,' but I stayed silent. Suddenly, a knock at the door revealed the tattooed Latina in front of me. Ty whispered, 'You can crack her if you do what I said.' 

I left the room and sat on the porch, which was right outside his window. A few minutes later, I heard rustling and moans. I got up to look inside and saw Ty and the Latina in an uncomfortable position. After he finished, she lay there looking sad and dissatisfied. I turned away, acting as if I hadn’t seen anything, gathered myself, and went back inside. 

The front door led straight into a living room where the sweet little boy I met earlier was watching cartoons. I sat next to him, playing and tickling him, even watching the show. I asked him questions about his feelings and thoughts on the house, making sure he felt comfortable with me. 

Then I woke up. This dream was a symbol from my past and provided insightful dream interpretations, reminding me that 'it’s okay to move on and not stay flocked with the herd,' and to 'not be afraid to outgrow the old you; old clothes are a perfect example.'

Old Streets But New Ways

05/08/2026

I was visiting my old town and I stopped at an old park where I used to play ball with my friends. Just walking around brought back a wave of nostalgia, and I found myself reflecting on my past. Then I saw a sign claiming the park as a 'hood.' I straight up laughed, thinking, 'This couldn’t be real.' One of my old friends still living in the area said, 'Yeah, it is,' with a serious look on his face. I brushed it off as nothing.

Then a few weeks went by, and during a night walk, I noticed some dark figures moving at the park. Keep in mind, this park has no lights, so I could have been imagining things. I walked up to the park, and there it was — a group of guys I used to go to high school with, claiming a space I once cherished until no one wanted to share it anymore, prompting me to distance myself. 

I started talking to a familiar face, a guy named Ty. We were catching up, and I just let him vent about everything happening. After a while, we ended up at his house, where he shared a troubling story about an altercation that led to guns being involved. He wanted me to check on a gun that was deemed illegal because it was fully automatic. He said, 'If you do the check and it comes back as semi, we’ll be good, and the police will drop the case to self-defense.' The moment I heard this nonsense, I declined.

Then his grandmother returned from the store. While Ty helped her with groceries, I started chatting with a little boy, no older than five, who was the sweetest little thing on earth — bright, sweet, full of love and kindness. He became my motivation throughout this dream.

After declining Ty's offer for help, we ended up in his room. He looked stressed and worried, and I didn’t say anything, just observed. A few minutes passed before he showed me nude pictures of a highly tatted Latina woman. She was beautiful, and I questioned in my head, 'Why is he showing me this?' 

Ty then asked, 'You no like that?' I replied, 'No.' He continued, 'I know you’d crack that,' but I stayed silent. Suddenly, a knock at the door revealed the tattooed Latina in front of me. Ty whispered, 'You can crack her if you do what I said.' 

I left the room and sat on the porch, which was right outside his window. A few minutes later, I heard rustling and moans. I got up to look inside and saw Ty and the Latina in an uncomfortable position. After he finished, she lay there looking sad and dissatisfied. I turned away, acting as if I hadn’t seen anything, gathered myself, and went back inside. 

The front door led straight into a living room where the sweet little boy I met earlier was watching cartoons. I sat next to him, playing and tickling him, even watching the show. I asked him questions about his feelings and thoughts on the house, making sure he felt comfortable with me. 

Then I woke up. This dream was a symbol from my past and provided insightful dream interpretations, reminding me that 'it’s okay to move on and not stay flocked with the herd,' and to 'not be afraid to outgrow the old you; old clothes are a perfect example.'

Bad

I was a bad teen 

Got into fights and only cared about my status 

I got kicked out my previous high school

I had two options go to a disciplinary school or go to normal school out the district 

I chose the second option of course 

I made a rule keep my head down and get money

What made that impossible was a group of kids who  took ego to a whole new level.

A level I’ve never see before, just because i was knew they treated me like it was the early 1900s and segregation was at its peak.

I didn’t see a problem with it as long as i was left alone to make my money and climb, and build a name slowly.

 That came to a halt, one day it was the end of the day, I’m packing my book bag and heading to my car, yes i was a Youngin with a car.

Walking out the door then walking down the path, the same group of ego kids were staring me down, i knew there was going to be a problem.

I walk past majority of them staring them in the eye, the last one must’ve been their leader or something because i felt a strong presence of anger and hate.

I couldn’t ignore this presence i say “Yo I know you have a problem with me, what is it?”

Leader “i have a problem? Yea i have a problem” while stepping in my face, i sock that goofy.

A beautiful summer day sun beaming in my eyes and i get pulled away from bystanders, and go in about my day.

None disciplined Hooper

I was a hooper and i had a pretty cold squad but the only thing was we had no discipline.

Our couch wanted to teach us a lesson by calling our favorite players and showing them how we act and basically humble us because we didn’t take basketball as serious as couch wanted us to.