500000 Signatures on Petition

     I had a really crazy dream the other night that lead me to creating this petition. It all started with me laying in a doorway in a sleeping bag. Then a piece of paper came floating past saying Petition To Help Dr Geebers The Pebbleman Get A Permanant Spot To Create Live Art On Brighton Beach.

     I looked at it for a moment thinking I haven't set up no petition so what was going on. Then this white cloud turned towards me and changed into a big smiling sun wearing sunglasses. I looked baffled at this stage. Then it spoke to me in a really cool way.

     "You are one of the most coolest artists the UK has ever seen and you deserve better in life my friend. You captured the hearts and souls of millions of people through hard work and sheer determination. You are the beat of many hearts and the inspiration to the masses. Now take head and create this petition and the masses will sign if they believe the way I do that you are truly one of a kind. You have the knowledge and the know how to make everything happen right at your finger tips. I have watched you and followed you as you painstakingly took on a challenge no other artist has ever attempted and succeeded to finish no matter what. So please listen to me my friend you will succeed and will help those less vulnerable in life."
     I could not believe what I was hearing as the cloud simply disappeared like the way it appeared. So I woke up still in my sleeping bag and wrote down what I had to do. Now this is a true story of what occured and now here is a link to that very petition Petition To Help Dr Geebers The Pebbleman Get A Permanent Spot To Create Live Art On Brighton Beach



The Crazy Homeless Zoo

 

     Being a homeless person is a hard thing. Sleeping in doorways is even harder. I had this dream two nights ago as I slept in a doorway on Air Street Brighton.

     I along with many of my homeless mates where invited to The Crazy Zoo. It was a working day trip arranged by myself for some unknown reason.

     The sun was shining with a bright blue sky. The trip down on the minibus was brilliant. Everyone was on good terms and really excited to go here.

     When we got there we had to have a brief with the owners and told not to be scared for nothing will harm us. We knew that animals can hurt sometimes but was not prepared for what we where going to see.

      I walked in with loads of other homeless people from Brighton. We where told to pick up wheel barrows, shovels, pitch forks etc. I was told to take notes on what was happening which I agreed.

      While walking through the yard a big massive snake wriggled up in front of me. He raised himself up high and went for my face stopping short as it opened its mouth letting out a huge screech. I jumped back nearly having a heart attack. Everyone laughed and a few seconds later I laughed also. I must admit I nearly shit myself.

      A few hours later Big Bill was wheeling his wheel barrow across the yard full of manure. The manure raised up in his face and said. "Dam it man can you not do anything right. No much wonder adults are so useless". Bill dropped the wheel barrow instantly and stepped back. I never seen such a big man as scared as he was. What a freaky thing to happen yet I must admit even I had to laugh at this.

      This was absolutely so  crazy to see yet funny as well. Jammie was there also acting the full as usual, trying to be the big man. He was given a pitch fork to go and rotate some soil to plant potatoes and some vegetables. As he was walking to the location his pitch fork kicked him in the shin and ran off on its own. "What the fuck". Jammie shouted. "Hahahaha now whos a fool you little shit catch me if you can turnip head". Shouted the pitch fork in a crazy way sticking his tongue out. "See when I get you, you little shit I will break you in two". Jammie boasted as he chased the pitch fork all over the place.

     What a dream I was having. Yet I decided to hide away for a few moments behind a lorry. Someones legs where showing wearing a really short skirt with no underwear. "Excuse me sweetie you asleep". I asked polightly looking striaght up her skirt. The woman slid out from under the lorry and said no. Her eyes where on her arm and her mouth was her armpit. "Would you like a big kiss honey". She answered back launching herself at me  and with that a gust of wind blew of my sleeping bag wakening me up on Air Street Brighton.

     This was one of the most bazzare dreams I have ever had and still do not really know what it was about.



The street dies in the gutters

       Waking up sweating is one thing, waking up cold is another. Yet waking up to a nightmare that has not happened is very distressing.
        I had been sleeping in the same doorway in Brighton for ages. Trying to piece my live together mixing with lots of homeless dudes.
        I had been drinking heavily the night before and went to sleep as usual not understanding the concepts of what I was seeing in my dream this night.
        All I remember is being in the middle of a field with my trousers around my ankles. I had toilet paper in my hand, when policemen came from everywhere. I started to run and fell over face first on the ground.
        What was going on? I was doing no harm.
        "Your under arrest". I heard a young female voice say as she put handcuffs on me./
        "What you doing to me". I replied in a gentle manner struggling to break free from all the commotion.
        "Look see what you have done you crazy murderer".
        "What?" I replied struggling even more now.
        I looked into a ditch at the side of a road and all I seen was 15 of my homeless pals laying in a ditch with their legs sticking in the air. I won't mention their real names but I have told them about this dream. They had been beaten to death with a frozen cucumber. How ridicules is this.
        I am getting arrested for beating to death my friends on the street.
        I was taken to Brighton police station to be questioned when the police car I am in catches on fire. Instantly the fire got out of control burning my face while the car explodes.
        I aweaken instantly in my sleeping bag where I had went to sleep that night absolutly sweating and freezing at the same time. I still do not know what this means but I must admit it was one heck off a crazy dream to have.

Snowy the street poet helps Dr Geebers

     It hard to live life out on the streets because you never know whats going to happen. Dreams can be reality yet you think your dreaming.
    I was in my sleeping bag doing my normal thing writing poetry rhymes and limericks to share on the web. This is hard when you get no benefits what so ever and now and again I would be asked to read something out. Sometimes people would give me money for this so I could afford to get a proper decent meal.
    This was one moment that really grabbed me as a real street poet called Snowy from Brighton came to me. He asked me if I wanted to publish some of my work along side his. I was overwhelmed by this thought and said yes. I was really in this moment so I thought and didn't understand what the hell i was doing. I never thought my poetry rhymes where up to the standard of any other person especially those who do performance poetry such as he.
   I went to a computer to see how well my own blogs was going on and this is when I noticed a crazy email that had come through. It was from Snowy saying the book was a success and he was congratulating me for contributing to make his dream and many others happen.
    I woke up at this point in my sleeping bag outside Juqa a shop on East Street Brighton. Then owner was furious at me for sleeping there. She started threatening me with police and blaming me for what others had done in her doorway. I tried to explain I was no regular homeless person and was an artist having hard times yet she would not believe me.
    I hope people read this message and Snowy if this dream becomes a reality then where are you my friend because if this book is going to happen then you need to make yourself known to me my man.
    Can dreams come true I do not know. Yet I must admit some of what you have read so far has come true.

   In fact three of my limericks have had over one million google+ hits and counting.

The day my life changed forever

     I couldn't believe what i was seeing as I lay on cardboard sleeping outside a shop in its doorway. I was in my sleeping bag with snow coming down. Even the sun was trying to get out.
     I was dreaming that when i woke up as usual I would be dumbfounded by what was going to happen today. I packed my kit away and headed towards Firstbase which is a homeless day centre in Brighton UK.
     This was at a two-three mile walk there and back everyday. What was I doing? Where was I going again? I wondered as I turned in my sleep.
      I got to Firstbase and rung the doorbell. Someone let me in. I walked in and had breakfast which included my coffee all for free.
      Then I went up to the computer room to check on my blogs. Then I noticed that one of my rhymes had reached 750,000 google+ hits. I don't get paid for this.
      Then I decided to have a look at my books on lulu.com. I couldn't believe my eyes. I had actually sold 150 poetry online books.
      Then I checked my youtube channel which was going mental with views after views. 15,000,000,000 hits to date and still rising. With this moment I woke up as the shop owner stood staring at me growling like a wolf on heat. I was still in my sleeping bag wishing for the best Christmas ever.
     I got up and packed my sleeping bag away and did the long walk to Firstbase. I went and checked out all my sites and could not believe that people where actually buying my book and helping me become the person they wanted me to become so I could go and live the dream to help people who have been or should i say are in the situation I was in.
    Thank you everyone who did this. Here is the links below to all the blogs i have for everyone to enjoy.

http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/drgeebers checkout these poetry books and support my cause as an artist.

http://drgeebersthepebbleman.blogspot.co.uk

http://drgeeberspoetry.blogspot.co.uk

http://crazyistheanswer.blogspot.co.uk

Rich rich rich poor

 

     Many people dream of being rich oneday and never understand the reality of life. Me myself have never wanted to be rich just happy. Yet the funny thing is all my dreams seem to end up the same way. This is about me dreaming of good times which come along with nothing to die for and then at the last minute I seem to loose everthing and end up back at the starting point of life.

     Many different people have said in the past that my life is paved with gold and if anything goes to be noticed and thats this dream sure tells me I may have a wonderfull life in the future.

     I was walking down the street minding my own business when all of a sudden a breifcase falls of a wall in front of me in Brighton. The case bursts open throwing thousands of pounds worth of bank notes in my face. I decided to do the honorable thing and had it into the police. They said if no one picks it up in 28 days then the money would be mine.

     I never thought anything of it and a month went past. A policeman stopped me and asked me my name so I told him. The officer asked me for addentifacation. So I showed him. This is when my life changed forever or so I thought anyway. £500.000 was in the case. No one had claimed the case so legally the money became mine. Whoever lost it though was looking for it and found out I had it. I was having a ball of course. Doing all the things I had ever dreamed of.

     So men came heavy handed looking for it. They where armed to the teeth with meatclevers, knifes and guns. I had done no wrong and wondered what the hell was going on. I had never ever seen so much money in one hit before and could not understand why people wanted to go to so much bother to steal this money from me which was legally mine.

     One morning all hell broke loose after being at a casino and loosing loads. I was hit in the arm by the blade of a knife. This was not a good start as the people shouted wheres the bloody money. Give it to me now. I wasn't giving up my money for no one since I have never had any before. They beat me up and tied me too some railings. They beat the living daylights out of me. Then one punch landed sweetly right upon my face waking me up in a pool of sweat.

     This put me of wanting money for life yet having a good time and helping others is certianly me. What a dream and I hope the hell it don't come true.



The Magic Poem/rhyme/song 28000 hits

Yes I dream a lot but this dream came true.

I was sitting in a car at the time drinking with my friend.

We where flying down the motorway and I wrote this crazy little poem/rhyme/song.

Driving on the motorway, as fast as can be,

With my foot down, flat to the floor,

Being in the fast lane, speeding you see,

Doing one hundred and then some more.

Banging my head, banging my head,

Jumping up and down, banging my head.

Banging my head, banging my head,

Jumping up and down, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Flying by truckers at my side,

With my top down, all the way,

Showing a smile, with all my pride,

In my porch, I say, I say.

Listening to music, way up loud,

Without a care, none at all,

Then all of a sudden, I seen a crowd,

In a field, I do recall.

Driving on the motorway, as fast as can be,

With my foot down, flat to the floor,

Being in the fast lane, speeding you see,

Doing one hundred and then some more.

Banging my head, banging my head,

Jumping up and down, banging my head.

Banging my head, banging my head,

Jumping up and down, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Turning down the volume, what did I hear?

Someone shouting on a mike,

Then all of a sudden, there was a cheer,

When drums started beating, in perfect flight.

So I slowed down ready to stop,

To find out, what it was,

When someone they just lost the plot,

All dressed up, for the cause.

Driving on the motorway, as fast as can be,

With my foot down, flat to the floor,

Being in the fast lane, Oh yes it’s me,

Doing one hundred and then some more.

Banging my head, banging my head,

Jumping up and down, banging my head.

Banging my head, banging my head,

Jumping up and down, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Seeing flashing lights, coming behind,

Then a siren, squealing so raw,

While a copper began to chime,

Stop the car, you broke the law.

Giving him the fingers, in my mirror,

While putting the foot down, on my peddle,

While not knowing what would occur,

I just turned up the heavy metal.

Driving in the fast lane, as fast as can be,

With my foot down, flat to the floor,

Being in the fast lane, oh yes it’s me,

Doing one hundred and then some more.

Banging my head, banging my head,

Jumping up and down, banging my head,

Banging my head, banging my head.

Jumping up and down, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Crashing through road blocks, not giving a dam,

Speeding up, speeding up,

Supping on a beer that’s in my hand,

Who really cares, who really cares?

Then all of a sudden, it happened to me,

The spikes went out, across the road,

Pop went the tyres as flat as can be,

Then crash, bang, wallop, my car explodes.

Driving in the fast lane, as fast as can be,

With my foot down, flat to the floor,

Being in the fast lane, speeding you see,

Doing one hundred and the some more.

Banging my head, banging my head,

Jumping up and down, banging my head.

Banging my head, banging my head,

Jumping up and down, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Banging my head, banging my head,

Jumping up and down, and now I’m dead.

Banging my head, banging my head,

Jumping up and down, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

By Dr Geebers

I did not know that it would be google +1d 28000 times. That is before my blog went private and I couldn't google +1 on my site again.
So dreams can come true.