I had a great dream. Seriously. It wasn't weird or a nightmare.
I dreamt that I was talking to John's father (in person), and John came in to the house (I guess we were at his father's house), and I ran to John and he picked me up and hugged me and kissed me and I wrapped my legs around him to keep him close to me and it was beautiful and I woke up crying, but for the first time in my life that I have woken up crying, it was not because I had had a brutal nightmare or a dream that broke my heart all over again, it was because it was the dream was so beautiful it made waking up an amazing experience.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
April 20, 2010
Yes, I put APril 20, because I didn't go to sleep until this morning.
It was beach. Carol and I were sitting on a grassy knoll by the beach, the waves were coming in, it was sunset and the sky was a blazing shade of purple to one side and a screaming pink fading in to it. Carol and I were talking and laughing and there was a hotel behind us with people looking at us through the windows.
Overall, state of confusion upon awakening, but the dream seemed innocent enough. I don't understand why the confusion feeling also seems ominous...maybe I am still sleeping.
It was beach. Carol and I were sitting on a grassy knoll by the beach, the waves were coming in, it was sunset and the sky was a blazing shade of purple to one side and a screaming pink fading in to it. Carol and I were talking and laughing and there was a hotel behind us with people looking at us through the windows.
Overall, state of confusion upon awakening, but the dream seemed innocent enough. I don't understand why the confusion feeling also seems ominous...maybe I am still sleeping.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
House on Fire
This one was a weird one. Well, I suppose no weirder than normal, but the feeling that the dream left me with was strange.
There was a house, a huge house. Almost a mansion type house. Downstairs, there was a room that had an open wall, like an inside/outside garden. The kitchen was behind that, and outside the house, there was a long driveway that led to it, and another road that led out to who knows where. It was a beautiful house.
It was a beautiful scene.
But the house held every heartache and heartbreak I have ever known.
So I burned it down. I poured gasoline all along the floors and John and I stood outside and watched it burn.
There was a house, a huge house. Almost a mansion type house. Downstairs, there was a room that had an open wall, like an inside/outside garden. The kitchen was behind that, and outside the house, there was a long driveway that led to it, and another road that led out to who knows where. It was a beautiful house.
It was a beautiful scene.
But the house held every heartache and heartbreak I have ever known.
So I burned it down. I poured gasoline all along the floors and John and I stood outside and watched it burn.
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Crazy Sleepers
I dreamt that Waylon was coming out here, but his family came out first. They were sleeping in the living room when he came in. I walked out and we got into an argument because I told him we were not getting back together.
I went to lay down in bed, and I got up to go get a glass of water. I walked out and his family, sleeping in the living room....they were all contorted, in strange positions. I thought they were dead, and I was afraid to move and was cowering on the floor afraid to move, but then someone's arm moved.
He got mad at me, screaming that I thought he was a bad man. He explained that they were "crazy sleepers."
The next morning, we had coffee, and watched a lot of Cosby episodes. That night, they were back in that same terrifying, horrifying contorted way.
I went to lay down in bed, and I got up to go get a glass of water. I walked out and his family, sleeping in the living room....they were all contorted, in strange positions. I thought they were dead, and I was afraid to move and was cowering on the floor afraid to move, but then someone's arm moved.
He got mad at me, screaming that I thought he was a bad man. He explained that they were "crazy sleepers."
The next morning, we had coffee, and watched a lot of Cosby episodes. That night, they were back in that same terrifying, horrifying contorted way.
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Bombardment
I haven't been posting my dreams lately, so I am going to post a few of the ones I've had lately here now before I lose them forever.
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I had a dream where I was outside smoking a cigarette, and Mimzy (my dog) was barking at the house across the street. Except it wasn't a house in the dream, it was a bank. And there were some men getting out of a car and breaking in to it. I stood there, smoking my cigarette, and when they came out, they were all piling into the car, and one of them turned to look at me.
I should have been terrified, but instead, I walked down the ramp and waited for them to back out and leave. One of the guys got out of the car and walked up to me. I said hello. He says "you shouldn't be out here. Don't you know what we're doing?"
To which I replied "I know. I just need someone to hold me."
This dreamghost robber wrapped his arms around me and held me while I cried.
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I can't remember much about this dream. John, Nicky and I were in a beautiful apartment on the third or fourth floor of a high rise. Nicky was sitting on a couch watching cartoons, and John and I were curled up on a bean bag.
Only normal dream I've ever had in my life. Best dream ever.
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Eh. I'm tired. Going to bed.
I will post more later.
I ♥ John Burchett
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I had a dream where I was outside smoking a cigarette, and Mimzy (my dog) was barking at the house across the street. Except it wasn't a house in the dream, it was a bank. And there were some men getting out of a car and breaking in to it. I stood there, smoking my cigarette, and when they came out, they were all piling into the car, and one of them turned to look at me.
I should have been terrified, but instead, I walked down the ramp and waited for them to back out and leave. One of the guys got out of the car and walked up to me. I said hello. He says "you shouldn't be out here. Don't you know what we're doing?"
To which I replied "I know. I just need someone to hold me."
This dreamghost robber wrapped his arms around me and held me while I cried.
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I can't remember much about this dream. John, Nicky and I were in a beautiful apartment on the third or fourth floor of a high rise. Nicky was sitting on a couch watching cartoons, and John and I were curled up on a bean bag.
Only normal dream I've ever had in my life. Best dream ever.
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Eh. I'm tired. Going to bed.
I will post more later.
I ♥ John Burchett
Saturday, February 27, 2010
February 27, 2010
I woke up this morning, did some stuff around the house, and went back to sleep. I didn't really mean to go back to sleep. I laid down to watch GAC, and ended up falling back asleep.
I was having nightmares that Robert came back. One was about him walking into the house when I was in the bathroom and he went to the kitchen. I heard the noise, and was scared, but I went out to investigate, figuring it was a mouse, but he was standing at the refridgerator, pulling out something from the fridge. He looked really angry and was slamming stuff around. Then I dreamt that Mom, Dad, my sisters, and a few of my brothers were here, and I was on the computer in the living room with Mom and Robert just walked in all nonchalant like he lived here still and everyone's jaw dropped.
I know they don't sound like nightmares, but the feeling in the dreams were of dread and fear. I can't explain it. It felt like he was there to hurt me.
I was having nightmares that Robert came back. One was about him walking into the house when I was in the bathroom and he went to the kitchen. I heard the noise, and was scared, but I went out to investigate, figuring it was a mouse, but he was standing at the refridgerator, pulling out something from the fridge. He looked really angry and was slamming stuff around. Then I dreamt that Mom, Dad, my sisters, and a few of my brothers were here, and I was on the computer in the living room with Mom and Robert just walked in all nonchalant like he lived here still and everyone's jaw dropped.
I know they don't sound like nightmares, but the feeling in the dreams were of dread and fear. I can't explain it. It felt like he was there to hurt me.
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