I guess Tiger Woods’ epic downfall is affecting me on a deeper level than I am aware of. With all that is going on in my life…The release of my video, digital single, trying to get my album finished, making sure my website, and all of my social networking sites are in order, uploading, submitting, researching, practicing, basically getting all of my ducks in a row…
Basically, my life is exciting; way too exciting to be having recurring dreams about Tiger woods. Okay, I’ve only had two in a row, but that’s more than I’m comfortable with.
First, I dreamt that I had a crush on Tiger, and we were in Heaven…or Thailand. I was looking over a vast landscape, it had miles of mountains, exotic trees, and indescribable beauty. I said “this must be heaven”, but then I concluded that we were in Thailand, because of the plexiglass windows on the houses. Weird…Isn’t Tiger Woods’ Mother, Thai? hmmmm. Anyway, I’ve decided this dream isn’t interesting, so I’ll move on.
In my next dream, I didn’t like Tiger Woods AT ALL, but he was extremely gifted; He could make minnows disappear in his mouth. He was famous for this, and no one knew his secret… but I did… He was just swallowing them. I was in church and everyone was trying to disappear their minnows in their mouths, but they were gagging, some people’s minnows were more like huge eels. I don’t know if it was because Tiger knew that I could expose his secret, but he was locking me out of a room I REALLY needed to get into. So I told his secret, but nobody believed me, because they believed what ever he said… because he was Tiger Woods. Bye