Strange Events

I dreamt a lot last night. Different dreams. One of them was that it was flooding in America, and we were pulling (literally, with our hands) Mexico and South America up to fit along our Gulf Coast line to keep from losing our Gulf Coast line to the ocean.
It was strange.

There were more dreams, however they have been lost to wakefulness and reality.

Regrettably

I neglected to write down my dream while it was fresh in my mind.



I remember Gina being in it and her husband, but not the husband I know. It was someone else. He was scary and abusive, and unlike in real life where Gina and her husband have been together for decades, the Gina in my dream was confessing to me that her relationships rarely lasted more than three months because of her self-confidence issues.



I also dreamt that John had a job where he was picked up by a truck of men and they went out fixing things, I guess. I went to meet him at the front entrance of the sub division we live in, and there were females in the truck, too. When I asked him why he had not told me that there were females on the job he just laughed and said "because I know how you are and how you would react." We got into an argument about him lying and keeping things from me.

Flooding

In 2006, my son and I were outside on the porch. It was sunny. He was 3 1/2. I remember that day very well, incredibly clear. He raised his arm and swept a pointing finger over the landscape from one side to another and said "it's going to flood. It's all going to flood."

Within a week, I dreamt of it flooding so bad there were boats floating in our yard.

Within a month, it flooded in reality. But not like I thought he meant, and not like in my dream. It rained for a long time, and our road got so flooded that one of only two ways out stayed under water for months.



Last night I have a very vivid dream about being in my old house in Maine (which is there no longer) except it was...sturdier than it had been....reinforced like it had been rebuilt. The house had been good to begin with. An old house. But in my dream, it was like a fortress. I dreamt it rained for a long time. I dreamt Carol and her father were there, along with my parents, John, and Nicky. We were on the second floor which, in the dream, had been renovated from just an attic into an entire second floor.

Out the windows, I could see that the water had risen to about 3 feet, and it was still pouring. Then, for some reason, the chimney began to crumble. I kept saying no no no, and then suddenly the rain stopped. Next thing I know, the water has soaked into the ground and there is no ocean outside. But there is a highway. Which is strange because that house in Maine was on a rural road that got maybe one car passing by every few hours.

Sunflower seeds appear to be working.

Thomas Steinbeck & WalMart

The night before last, while John was at work, I laid in bed reading Thomas Steinbeck's book Down to a Soundless Sea, more specifically, the story titled The Wool Gatherer. It was about a young man working as a ranch hand during the summer to make money, who runs across what Steinbeck describes as a great beast, like a hairy mountain.

Last night, after John & I got out of work, we stopped at WalMart to pick up a few things. While we were in the check out line, I picked up a quirky stuffed toy that was brilliant white with a yellow beak. I immediately thought duck, but John said platypus.

(Note: yesterday I ate sunflower seeds.)

Well, last night, or this morning, I dream that John, Nicky and I were living on a large plot of land, and Nicky was unhappy so we bought a whole bunch of animals. Horses, fish, I believe there may have been a dog.

And a huge, pot-belly pig sized, shaggy brown.......platypus.

I don't remember it looking like a platypus in my dream, now that I am awake, but it was a huge, brown, hairy.

Then Nicky took his new pets to school for something, and John and I went with him but we forgot to bring home the fish.

Then we stopped by Ted's house and he said he was not going to need a ride to work. He lived far, past Castroville in the middle of nowhere in a house that reminded me of the Gregory's house on Tower Rd in Maine.

Well, John and I were on our way back to town to drop me off at work when Ted called to say he was going to need a ride after all. Him and John got into it about something and John told Ted to find another way to work and hung up, but he turned around and went to pick him up anyway.

That was it. It was weird.

Sunflower Seeds

I can't help it. I bought some sunflower seeds earlier, and I can't help but think about how the melatonin in them is supposed to induce vivid dreams.

So. Just for the record, in case I have intense dreams to report tomorrow, I ate sunflower seeds today.

Too Many Like This

I dream differently than before. I dream about John leaving me, John cheating on me, John being mean to me. It hurts. I don't even want to sleep anymore. Very seldom do I dream the nightmares I wished away before but would like to have back because they would hurt less than the dreams I have now.

Green Scorpion

Thursday, early morning, I watched the newest episode of Off the Map, having DVRd it the night before.



When I went to sleep, I dreamt I was there, on that island, and the head doctor lady was trying to cure a tooth ache by stinging me with a giant green scorpion. I was running from her, and he finally grabbed my arm and tried to get the scorpion to sting me, but I woke up screaming.



I fell back asleep within minutes and the dream continued. I went into a house to escape her and I'm walking back and forth between rooms and in one hallway there are bugs covering the whole wall, and I walk into the room by it and all four walls are covered in bugs.



The bugs came together to spell a 4 letter acronym but I cannot recall it now.