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.

March 15 2009

Robert and I were on a road trip from California, through Arizona to New Mexico, but instead of heading southwest, Arizona was above California, and New Mexico beyond that.
We passed a grocery store, but the guy in front of me wasn't paying attention and almost hit an old man crossing the entrance. I told Robert how horrible it was that the guy was too drunk to be paying attention. The old guy gave us a cold stare as we passed.
We came to a stop sign, and for some reason I pulled out a box of Monopoly and we started playing. People started going around us and honking their horns. Everyone seemed to be driving old muscle cars. It was strange.

Finally, I put the Monopoly game in Robert's lap and we took off, looking behind us to see if we had pissed anyone off enough to come after us.

That's it.

Headaches

I dream.
I can't remember them but for a moment. They pass me as ghosts fleeing from human view.

I get bits and pieces of images throughout the day. Nothing concrete.

I know most nights of I dream of Stars, then of losing Stars. A crushing fear on my lips momentarily when I wake. I dream of being abused again by this one. I dream that it's not just small violence, either. I dream of the type of violence that could break a spirit.

I know I dream of these things. The details are lost in the bright light.

Dreaming Dreams

that will never be uttered from my lips mesmerize my nights.

Sweet dreams.

Vivid, Feverish

I know I have been dreaming, though it is becoming hard to remember the dreams.
I know last night I dreamt that my dad was dating some young, blonde girl who I absolutely despised. I don't know why I would dream that.
I know I've had other dreams this past week, but its almost like I have gone to the polar opposite of before. Before, I could not forget my dreams, now I cannot remember?

Weird.

No Dreams

Well, that's not exactly true. I've been having dreams...feverish dreams, with insane and lucid images. I just cannot remember them. I get blurry remnants of them from time to time, but nothing concrete, and always fleeting.
Grrr.
I hate not remembering them. I always feel like I'm missing something important in the dreams I cannot remember.
I'll eventually get around to posting all the dreams that I can remember from my past.

November 16, 2008

It was an odd dream. Another dream about being at work, but in a place that did not look like work does in reality.

There were a lot of people around me, and we were in a class-room like setting. It was the year 2012. Scientists had long since debunked the theory that the world was going to end that year, but they did indicate that there would be an event in the universe that would cause a bright light and a loud noise. So we are all aware of this, and life is going on as usual, but we're quietly dreading the moment it happens because it we're not shielded from the direct light of it we would be blinded, and if we are not protected from the direct noise of it we will be deafened.

The day comes and I'm at work. We're all inside the building with the blinds drawn down and hands covering our ears. The light and the noise were, indeed, unlike anything before. I could see through my eyelids the shadows at those that surrounded me. It sounded like every human, alive or dead, was screaming the most horrified scream.

But when it was done, the sun went away and it started raining. Then the scene switched to a parking lot, looking like a mall parking. I had the knowledge that my mom was supposed to pick me up, but she wasn't there, and she had my car. I ended up walking home, which was about 10 miles. When I got home, I started yelling at my mom for leaving me there to walk home 10 miles in the rain. She said she was sorry.

I think that was the end of my dream.

Outcome: Nothing. But I think I know where this came from. Last night my husband and I were outside smoking and talking and he was talking about 12/12/12 and how there's a black hole between Sag and Scorpio...I dunno.