I was back in my hometown visiting some friends near one of the houses where I used to live. It was around nighttime and I was outside with some friends out in the desert. It was near a dirt road near a major street in Northeast Mesa.
I was hanging out with some people on the bed of an old-time pickup truck with a little campfire in front of us. I think we were roasting marshmallows and recalling old times along the way. I think we had some coffee from on old-time container. The coffee was black with no creamer or milk in sight. We drank it anyway because we loved it.
As that part of the dream closed, I found myself moving from the outdoors to the indoors with far worse results.
In the next phase of my dream, I moved on to a homeless shelter somewhere in Mesa. Some of the people looked familiar to me in this dream.
Some of the people I roomed with were members of my family as well as from my church volunteer group. I don't know what brought us all together. I don't know the circumstances that forced us out of our homes and into this shelter. I remember wiggling around in my sleeping bag trying to get comfortable and go to sleep.
As I was trying to go to sleep, images of a new football stadium were dancing in my head.
Mercedes-Benz Stadium, home of the 2017 (and beyond) Atlanta Falcons was creeping up inside me. My obsession to find some of these images took over my desire to get a good night sleep.
In reality: I have not been back to Mesa, Arizona since 2009. I haven't been to Arizona since 2012. I live comfortably with dreams of a bigger, better house in my hometown of Acworth, Georgia.
One day, I will pay money to go see a football game at the new Falcons' Stadium as soon as I can.
My dream is to see one last Falcons game inside the Georgia Dome in 2016 before it gets torn down.
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