I am pregnant again.This is fantastic. My dreams, however, keep my stress level high as I have had one dream about an abortion and two dreams about miscarriages. It's horrible.
Last night I did have some hypnagogic hallucinations on the cusp of sleep but I cannot recall them. I was intensely tired.
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Sunday, August 21, 2011
It's the Sleeping Pills
I can't remember where I bought them, but they were the cheap, gen...oh. Now I do. I bought them at Odd Lots. I know that is not what it is called, but that is what John calls it because he says that the original name is Odd Lots, and now I can't remember the ...
Big Lots.
I swear I am losing my ever-loving mind.
So, this was a doozy.
It started out in a swimming pool. I was swimming somewhere with my team from work, apparently we had all gone on a field trip or something. In the water, I saw an old team member that had quit. He was...angry or something. When I got out of the pool or wherever we all were, he was yelling at some girl with straight mouse-brown witha hint of red hair, I guess she was his girlfriend. I got between them and told him to calm down. We left and went somewhere, to pick up food for the team or something, and on the way back he was driving insane. Literally, he was going over 100 miles per hour on the highway, and a cop started following us. Well, he did not want to get caught so he went faster, but I finally convinced him to pull over. Or so I thought.
He drove into a ditch. He was arrested, and the cop took me and a little girl (that appeared out of no where) and was supposed to take us back to where ever the rest of my team was. He also had a little girl in the front of the car. But then we realized he was drinking. We were in the back of the car and therefore could not get out. He was driving erratically. Finally, the girl and I fell asleep. When we woke up, the cop and the other girl were gone, and there was a champaigne glass tipped over on the floorboard in the front where he had been. It was strange, though, the champaigne was still in the glass, even though it was tipped over and cracked.
The girl and I walked to a gas station, and the girl went inside and tried to steal some cigarettes while I was talking to the clerk, but I made her give them back. The cashier was going to call the police but I told her what we'd been through, and she felt bad, so she gave us the cigarettes. Apparently we were a very long way away from both home and where the rest of the team was staying. I was worried because I had books and clothes and jewelry in my locker where we had been staying and the team had likely gone back home at this point, and I was worried because John, Nicholas, Mom and Dad were either very worried or thinking I was never coming back. I was afraid John would leave.
So the cashier takes us out to the parking lot across the street, hands me a set of keys, and points to a really old, really beat up car and tells me to take it. So me and three kids (3 kids now!!) climb into the car, and as I am getting in, I notice a rottweiler chewing on a wrench or something and as I am closing the door, a man walks up with grayish brown skin, a huge nose that is stitched from eye to lip, and he grabbed the door. The whole door came off, and he was holding a scalpel and told me to get out of the car. I was holding out my hand for one of the kids to give me the keys, but none of them moved.
He said that he would let us live if we got out of the car, so I turned the keys (I don't know how they got in the ignition), and we got out of the car. Then he came at me with the scalpel anyway and told me I should not trust people and he was going to slit my neck.
He sliced open my left-hand-in-my-dream and then the next thing me & the kids were in the hospital talking to John on the phone who was crying and said he was coming to get us and why hadn't we called. He showed up with Mom, Dad, and Nicky. The kids and I had all suffered multiple lacerations.
Thing is when I woke up, the same spot on my right hand that had been sliced on my left hand.
Creeeeepy?!
Big Lots.
I swear I am losing my ever-loving mind.
So, this was a doozy.
It started out in a swimming pool. I was swimming somewhere with my team from work, apparently we had all gone on a field trip or something. In the water, I saw an old team member that had quit. He was...angry or something. When I got out of the pool or wherever we all were, he was yelling at some girl with straight mouse-brown witha hint of red hair, I guess she was his girlfriend. I got between them and told him to calm down. We left and went somewhere, to pick up food for the team or something, and on the way back he was driving insane. Literally, he was going over 100 miles per hour on the highway, and a cop started following us. Well, he did not want to get caught so he went faster, but I finally convinced him to pull over. Or so I thought.
He drove into a ditch. He was arrested, and the cop took me and a little girl (that appeared out of no where) and was supposed to take us back to where ever the rest of my team was. He also had a little girl in the front of the car. But then we realized he was drinking. We were in the back of the car and therefore could not get out. He was driving erratically. Finally, the girl and I fell asleep. When we woke up, the cop and the other girl were gone, and there was a champaigne glass tipped over on the floorboard in the front where he had been. It was strange, though, the champaigne was still in the glass, even though it was tipped over and cracked.
The girl and I walked to a gas station, and the girl went inside and tried to steal some cigarettes while I was talking to the clerk, but I made her give them back. The cashier was going to call the police but I told her what we'd been through, and she felt bad, so she gave us the cigarettes. Apparently we were a very long way away from both home and where the rest of the team was staying. I was worried because I had books and clothes and jewelry in my locker where we had been staying and the team had likely gone back home at this point, and I was worried because John, Nicholas, Mom and Dad were either very worried or thinking I was never coming back. I was afraid John would leave.
So the cashier takes us out to the parking lot across the street, hands me a set of keys, and points to a really old, really beat up car and tells me to take it. So me and three kids (3 kids now!!) climb into the car, and as I am getting in, I notice a rottweiler chewing on a wrench or something and as I am closing the door, a man walks up with grayish brown skin, a huge nose that is stitched from eye to lip, and he grabbed the door. The whole door came off, and he was holding a scalpel and told me to get out of the car. I was holding out my hand for one of the kids to give me the keys, but none of them moved.
He said that he would let us live if we got out of the car, so I turned the keys (I don't know how they got in the ignition), and we got out of the car. Then he came at me with the scalpel anyway and told me I should not trust people and he was going to slit my neck.
He sliced open my left-hand-in-my-dream and then the next thing me & the kids were in the hospital talking to John on the phone who was crying and said he was coming to get us and why hadn't we called. He showed up with Mom, Dad, and Nicky. The kids and I had all suffered multiple lacerations.
Thing is when I woke up, the same spot on my right hand that had been sliced on my left hand.
Creeeeepy?!
Monday, August 15, 2011
I Feel Like a Child
I had a strange dream a while back about the very small wooded plot across the street from my house. I will have to go back and find it so I can post it.
Last night, I had another one.
I dreamt that Mom and Dad had gone somewhere, and when they came back, Dad got out of the car, then Mom hit the gas as hard as she could, and backed up into the wooded area at an incredible speed, hitting the trees and coming to a stop. I screamed and jumped out of the large white truck I was sitting in and ran toward her, thinking she was hurt.
Then I realize she did it just because she was mad at my father. My stomach started hurting, and I stood there, holding my stomach, yelling at Mom for making me get hurt. I think she was going to go after Dad, but when she saw me standing there hurting, she said she was sorry.
There was more to the dream, about John and I in a hotel room.
Which remind me. That dream I had a while back, and I may have to go back through my written journals to find this, about going to Castroville to find John some pickles and stopping at a store I have never seen before...I saw that store in Corpus, but John would not stop. I will have to make a note to stop when we go again in November...
Anyway. Now I feel like a child afraid of a monster in the woods, because I do, I fear that plot of land.
Last night, I had another one.
I dreamt that Mom and Dad had gone somewhere, and when they came back, Dad got out of the car, then Mom hit the gas as hard as she could, and backed up into the wooded area at an incredible speed, hitting the trees and coming to a stop. I screamed and jumped out of the large white truck I was sitting in and ran toward her, thinking she was hurt.
Then I realize she did it just because she was mad at my father. My stomach started hurting, and I stood there, holding my stomach, yelling at Mom for making me get hurt. I think she was going to go after Dad, but when she saw me standing there hurting, she said she was sorry.
There was more to the dream, about John and I in a hotel room.
Which remind me. That dream I had a while back, and I may have to go back through my written journals to find this, about going to Castroville to find John some pickles and stopping at a store I have never seen before...I saw that store in Corpus, but John would not stop. I will have to make a note to stop when we go again in November...
Anyway. Now I feel like a child afraid of a monster in the woods, because I do, I fear that plot of land.
Sunday, August 7, 2011
Drought
We are currently going through an extensive drought here in south central Texas, probably throughout the entire state.
It appears that this drought has sucked the life out of my dreams as well.
Nothing new to really report. Of course, I have dreams I have not posted here but kept in my journal that I could spill. Maybe I will.
But not today.
Sweet dreams, everyone.
It appears that this drought has sucked the life out of my dreams as well.
Nothing new to really report. Of course, I have dreams I have not posted here but kept in my journal that I could spill. Maybe I will.
But not today.
Sweet dreams, everyone.
Friday, March 11, 2011
Indian Candy
I dreamt that the hotel John works at was the house I grew up in in Maine. I was there, working from a laptop for my job. I had to take a break to help Nicky with something in the kitchen and Dad started getting on my case about making sure I am keeping good track of my time. I told him I was and showed him that I was writing everything down in a log. I got upset that he was interfering.
While I was sitting on couch doing work, I noticed an old man and an old lady sitting on the dining table. I thought he looked Arab while she looked Indian, but when I asked, it turns out they are both Indian and married. Her name was Minis or Miris or something like that. They were on their computers. I think they were IMing each other. They were hilarious and very nice.
Then it switches to me working in my current living room and there is a pounding at the side door. I go open the door and Nick's friend Gabriel is there and I start yelling at him about pounding on the door and showed him how to knock like a normal human being. I could see Alvin around the corner of the house playing baseball with Nick. Gabriel said he was just coming by about some chocolate covered mint candy and then Dad comes out and starts yelling at me telling me not to buy any candy from him. I start yelling at Dad telling him Gabriel is not trying to sell anything is looking for candy that belongs to him. I go inside and Mom gives me the candy which is in her room and asks me what is wrong. I tell her Dad is being crazy.
And that was the end of that.
While I was sitting on couch doing work, I noticed an old man and an old lady sitting on the dining table. I thought he looked Arab while she looked Indian, but when I asked, it turns out they are both Indian and married. Her name was Minis or Miris or something like that. They were on their computers. I think they were IMing each other. They were hilarious and very nice.
Then it switches to me working in my current living room and there is a pounding at the side door. I go open the door and Nick's friend Gabriel is there and I start yelling at him about pounding on the door and showed him how to knock like a normal human being. I could see Alvin around the corner of the house playing baseball with Nick. Gabriel said he was just coming by about some chocolate covered mint candy and then Dad comes out and starts yelling at me telling me not to buy any candy from him. I start yelling at Dad telling him Gabriel is not trying to sell anything is looking for candy that belongs to him. I go inside and Mom gives me the candy which is in her room and asks me what is wrong. I tell her Dad is being crazy.
And that was the end of that.
Monday, March 7, 2011
The House that Dogs and Cats Owned
I had a feverish dream last night about trekking through swampish forests to get to a house that was owned by talking cats and dogs, including one really long, silverish-white dog that reminded me of the dragon from The Never-Ending Story. There's another house down the way owned by nefarious rats. In the corner of the one room, there is an ancient television, but it works amazingly, clear picture and everything. Apparently, the VCR below the television was also a way of clocking in to a job.
John was talking to me while I was playing with the VCR, fascinated by it, and told me to follow him. He led me to a room that had not been there before and laying on the bed was a beautiful green gown covered in glitter and an overlay of green mesh, and twigs? He said it was my wedding dress. It was the most beautiful dress I have ever seen in my life.
I woke up at some point to go to the bathroom (I am 2 weeks away from my due date, after all) and when I went back to bed, I dreamt that John, Nicky, and I were at John's work at the hotel, except it was a church, and X was wandering around. I kept trying to say hi to X but all he could say was "yeah." I felt like ringing his neck and asking what his problem was. He was wearing that same maroon shirt he is so famous for. Nicky was running around saying he wanted banana milk. So I bought him some.
John was talking to me while I was playing with the VCR, fascinated by it, and told me to follow him. He led me to a room that had not been there before and laying on the bed was a beautiful green gown covered in glitter and an overlay of green mesh, and twigs? He said it was my wedding dress. It was the most beautiful dress I have ever seen in my life.
I woke up at some point to go to the bathroom (I am 2 weeks away from my due date, after all) and when I went back to bed, I dreamt that John, Nicky, and I were at John's work at the hotel, except it was a church, and X was wandering around. I kept trying to say hi to X but all he could say was "yeah." I felt like ringing his neck and asking what his problem was. He was wearing that same maroon shirt he is so famous for. Nicky was running around saying he wanted banana milk. So I bought him some.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Residual
Update on my Strange Events post:
I remembered one of my dreams. John was working in a convenience store for a man named Amash who lived in an apartment above the convenience store. It seemed real strange, like even the convenience store was part apartment, with sliding glass doors leading out to a patio. That's about all I remember from that dream.
Last night I had a wretched dream. I dreamt I was bleeding. Like at the beginning of my period, with the horrible cramps, too. It was so vivid. In the dream I freaked out, thinking I was losing the baby. I woke up, nearly fell trying to get to the bathroom to make sure it was just a dream.
It was.
I remembered one of my dreams. John was working in a convenience store for a man named Amash who lived in an apartment above the convenience store. It seemed real strange, like even the convenience store was part apartment, with sliding glass doors leading out to a patio. That's about all I remember from that dream.
Last night I had a wretched dream. I dreamt I was bleeding. Like at the beginning of my period, with the horrible cramps, too. It was so vivid. In the dream I freaked out, thinking I was losing the baby. I woke up, nearly fell trying to get to the bathroom to make sure it was just a dream.
It was.
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