Sunday, September 30, 2012
Medical Emergency Dream
Steve, Mom, and I were all in the living room and I was arguing with Steve about something. I don't remember what. Anyway, he kept touching his chest every once in a while, rubbing it (but on the right side, not the left) while we were arguing.
I started to go down the hallway, I had a bad feeling and thought I should just shut up but it was like I couldn't in the dream and I said something else. I don't remember what it was (I can't remember any of the words any of us exchanged just the tone). Just barely after I finished speaking, he rubbed at his chest again and then fell down.
I remember that I called 911 for an ambulance and explained to the person on the other end what had happened, but I don't remember what happened next.
I don't remember what any of us was wearing, except for Steve. I just remember his shirt. It was a thin, fitted sweater that had stripes in a horizontal pattern, with very large, wide stripes that were dark and some very thin, narrow white stripes. He actually does own a shirt like that, oddly enough.
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
Grandpa & the Dogs
I had another dream not too long ago involving my grandpa. Actually, I had two but I didn't remember the first one after waking up, I just remembered that he was in it. Go figure.
The second one, however, was very brief and a little bit odd just because of the sheer randomness of it.
The dream starts with me being in the bathroom and heading toward the door. I was finished already and wanted to go back to my room. I opened the door onto the hallway and there was my grandfather walking by the door. He had use of both of his legs, although his scars were still there, without any indication that there had ever been anything wrong with them (he had gotten into a terrible motorcycle accident the year either of or just before I was born and broke both of his legs. One knee was removed and fused together, his hip held on with a Richard's screw and the ankle of that leg was also fused. The other had an artificial knee). He was wearing shorts and a t-shirt. He turned to look at me and smiled, still having his full salt-and-pepper beard and his glasses. He was holding our little Pomeranian, Junior.
He had never known Junior, because he died before he could ever see the dog or know it ever existed in the world. I don't know why he was holding that dog in the dream, because he knew both Piccolo and Hunni and neither of them were in the dream.
I find this a little odd because until these two dreams (the one I don't remember, and this one) I hadn't dreamed about my grandfather in quite a while. At least, not that I remember. So, I have to wonder what brought it on, you know?? :p
Oh well. It was a cute dream, either way. It ended right after he smiled at me and continued down the hallway as if nothing were out of place and I went to my room. My dream self didn't seem too surprised, I just turned to go to my room like nothing was out of place whatsoever or that seeing Grandpa was at all strange. It was daylight and the sun was shining into the hallway.
That ended the dream.
The second one, however, was very brief and a little bit odd just because of the sheer randomness of it.
The dream starts with me being in the bathroom and heading toward the door. I was finished already and wanted to go back to my room. I opened the door onto the hallway and there was my grandfather walking by the door. He had use of both of his legs, although his scars were still there, without any indication that there had ever been anything wrong with them (he had gotten into a terrible motorcycle accident the year either of or just before I was born and broke both of his legs. One knee was removed and fused together, his hip held on with a Richard's screw and the ankle of that leg was also fused. The other had an artificial knee). He was wearing shorts and a t-shirt. He turned to look at me and smiled, still having his full salt-and-pepper beard and his glasses. He was holding our little Pomeranian, Junior.
He had never known Junior, because he died before he could ever see the dog or know it ever existed in the world. I don't know why he was holding that dog in the dream, because he knew both Piccolo and Hunni and neither of them were in the dream.
I find this a little odd because until these two dreams (the one I don't remember, and this one) I hadn't dreamed about my grandfather in quite a while. At least, not that I remember. So, I have to wonder what brought it on, you know?? :p
Oh well. It was a cute dream, either way. It ended right after he smiled at me and continued down the hallway as if nothing were out of place and I went to my room. My dream self didn't seem too surprised, I just turned to go to my room like nothing was out of place whatsoever or that seeing Grandpa was at all strange. It was daylight and the sun was shining into the hallway.
That ended the dream.
Monday, February 20, 2012
Albino Man
I had a dream once, around the same age as I was dreaming about that white owl I wrote about before, which featured a man who was so white he could only be considered an albino. He was also bald and had sharp teeth that were all in a point.
He did not strike me as frightening, though. I felt safe with him and I considered him a friend and protector in the dream. I had this feeling that while I was with him, nothing bad would happen.
He wore a white draping tunic of some sort. I'm not sure why or exactly what it was. We were both sitting on the ground, between the apple trees growing in the back yard and the chain link fence that separated my yard from the neighbor's yard.
It was the same sort of twilight blue time of day as the dream with the owl. He smiled to me, and I know he pat my head, smoothing my hair. I know he spoke to me, but I can't remember anymore what he said. It didn't scare me, though, I remember feeling reassured.
Shortly after that, he started to eat some leaves that had fallen to the ground from the apple trees. He did not touch any fallen apples, in fact I don't think there were any. He didn't pick anything off of the branches, he just took what was already on the ground. Yes, despite that he had sharpened teeth that were more suitable for meat.
He and I were both barefoot and I was in that long white dress again and my hair was down whereas usually I would have had it in a ponytail.
As he ate one of the leaves, he offered me another one and I accepted and began to nibble on it. I remember thinking it tasted sweet.
He smiled to me again in approval.
That's all I remember of the dream.
I think I dreamed of him one more time after that, but it was very fleeting and hazy because my mother woke me up for school shortly after the dream began and it didn't have a chance to solidify, I suppose. If I can use that word. It was the same setting, the same area, the same time of day, and we were sitting down again on the ground and wearing the same clothes as the last time. Other than that, I don't remember ever dreaming of him again.
He did not strike me as frightening, though. I felt safe with him and I considered him a friend and protector in the dream. I had this feeling that while I was with him, nothing bad would happen.
He wore a white draping tunic of some sort. I'm not sure why or exactly what it was. We were both sitting on the ground, between the apple trees growing in the back yard and the chain link fence that separated my yard from the neighbor's yard.
It was the same sort of twilight blue time of day as the dream with the owl. He smiled to me, and I know he pat my head, smoothing my hair. I know he spoke to me, but I can't remember anymore what he said. It didn't scare me, though, I remember feeling reassured.
Shortly after that, he started to eat some leaves that had fallen to the ground from the apple trees. He did not touch any fallen apples, in fact I don't think there were any. He didn't pick anything off of the branches, he just took what was already on the ground. Yes, despite that he had sharpened teeth that were more suitable for meat.
He and I were both barefoot and I was in that long white dress again and my hair was down whereas usually I would have had it in a ponytail.
As he ate one of the leaves, he offered me another one and I accepted and began to nibble on it. I remember thinking it tasted sweet.
He smiled to me again in approval.
That's all I remember of the dream.
I think I dreamed of him one more time after that, but it was very fleeting and hazy because my mother woke me up for school shortly after the dream began and it didn't have a chance to solidify, I suppose. If I can use that word. It was the same setting, the same area, the same time of day, and we were sitting down again on the ground and wearing the same clothes as the last time. Other than that, I don't remember ever dreaming of him again.
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
White Owls
When I was a really, really little girl we used to have a pair of apple trees in the back yard. They grew close together, and I'm sure their roots were just as intertwined as their branches were. In the warm months, they'd bear large, juicy, ripe fruit and I used to think that their being so close together like that was somewhat magical.
Hey, I was a kid.
Anyway, I had two dreams involving those apple trees, and I'm going to share one of them right now.
It wasn't much of a dream, really, and seeing as I'll be 26 in December it's surprising I remember as much of it as I do.
The dream took place outside, during summer, in the evening when everything is getting dark and the sun is set already but you can still easily see and parents haven't called in their kids, yet. Everything was tinted blue, as it would be in real life at that hour. The grass was lush and green and felt slightly wet under my bare feet. The sky was a clear blue color, no clouds. The air was lukewarm, very comfortable. Enough to be warm, without being too hot and without a chill. There was a soft breeze, cool but not enough to give you a chill.
I had on a pure white, sleeveless dress with a full skirt down to my shins that was simple in it's design, but not hindering. From the feel and look of it, I'd say it was probably made of cotton, it was light and airy.
I was standing by the apple trees, looking up into the tall branches and vividly green leaves. I don't remember seeing apples in the dream.
In the branches, pretty far above my head but still not anywhere near the top of the tree, I saw a small owl, just as pure white as my dress, perched among the branches. Nothing obscured it, not even the leaves.
My dream self stared at the owl, mystified, feeling somehow that this creature was magical and meant something (at least to my dream self, anyway).
I remember that I had a conversation with it, it spoke to me. No, I didn't see it's beak move, although it was a dream so it wouldn't have been weird if I had. And, no at this stage of my life I do not remember at all what it said to me or what I said to it.
That's pretty much all I remember of the dream.
Hey, I was a kid.
Anyway, I had two dreams involving those apple trees, and I'm going to share one of them right now.
It wasn't much of a dream, really, and seeing as I'll be 26 in December it's surprising I remember as much of it as I do.
The dream took place outside, during summer, in the evening when everything is getting dark and the sun is set already but you can still easily see and parents haven't called in their kids, yet. Everything was tinted blue, as it would be in real life at that hour. The grass was lush and green and felt slightly wet under my bare feet. The sky was a clear blue color, no clouds. The air was lukewarm, very comfortable. Enough to be warm, without being too hot and without a chill. There was a soft breeze, cool but not enough to give you a chill.
I had on a pure white, sleeveless dress with a full skirt down to my shins that was simple in it's design, but not hindering. From the feel and look of it, I'd say it was probably made of cotton, it was light and airy.
I was standing by the apple trees, looking up into the tall branches and vividly green leaves. I don't remember seeing apples in the dream.
In the branches, pretty far above my head but still not anywhere near the top of the tree, I saw a small owl, just as pure white as my dress, perched among the branches. Nothing obscured it, not even the leaves.
My dream self stared at the owl, mystified, feeling somehow that this creature was magical and meant something (at least to my dream self, anyway).
I remember that I had a conversation with it, it spoke to me. No, I didn't see it's beak move, although it was a dream so it wouldn't have been weird if I had. And, no at this stage of my life I do not remember at all what it said to me or what I said to it.
That's pretty much all I remember of the dream.
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Batman & Poison Ivy Dream
Okay, I admit I've been a little obsessed with the Batman/Superman fandom, but this one is still weird.
I was Poison Ivy and for some reason I was causing trouble again. I think. I don't remember if I actually had a reason for it. But, of course Batman showed up. He usually does whenever Ivy wants to cause mayhem. So, needless to say I wasn't surprised when he dropped down out of a tree. I was surprised, however, to learn he was there after a bomb rather than me, and needed my help.
The bomb had somehow been planted (no pun intended; these are my words now, not those from the dream...I don't remember the exact words Batman used) in one of my special plants. To save the rest of my plants and myself (to say nothing of the rest of Gotham) I would have to destroy one of my plants so Batman could get at the bomb and disarm it.
I agreed and began to dismantle the plant in question, but it took too long and by the time most of the bomb was uncovered it was about to go off. Batman pulled me away from it and moved us a good distance away and we both threw ourselves onto the ground.
At first, Batman was beside me, but I pulled his arm a bit toward me. He got the hint and apparently thought it was a good enough idea to comply. After all, my reasoning -- though I did not share it -- was that he was a man, a hero, and the only one of us with armor on the majority of his outfit and therefore the majority of his body.
He got mostly on top of me to shield me from the anticipated blast and I pulled his cape more over myself as well. But, as minutes ticked by nothing happened. Finally, I said the only words I actually remember perfectly.
"I think your bomb is a dud."
A few moments of just feeling relieved we were alive (and also that the rest of my plants were safe as far as I was concerned, and that Gotham was still intact as far as Batman was probably concerned...although he never articulated it) and the scene changed.
It was still related to the same dream, though. Batman was still there, I was still Ivy. I think we both decided to go after whoever had planted the bomb (although probably for different reasons). I'm not sure, because I don't remember any of that portion of the dream beyond why we were suddenly in a giant factory. I don't even remember what was supposed to be manufactured there, if anything.
I think the message of this dream, unlike most of my other dreams, seems to be pretty clear if you ask me. I'm way too obsessed with DC, Batman, and Superman. True, Superman wasn't there and the only DC characters that I remember being there are Poison Ivy and Batman. But, still. ;)
I was Poison Ivy and for some reason I was causing trouble again. I think. I don't remember if I actually had a reason for it. But, of course Batman showed up. He usually does whenever Ivy wants to cause mayhem. So, needless to say I wasn't surprised when he dropped down out of a tree. I was surprised, however, to learn he was there after a bomb rather than me, and needed my help.
The bomb had somehow been planted (no pun intended; these are my words now, not those from the dream...I don't remember the exact words Batman used) in one of my special plants. To save the rest of my plants and myself (to say nothing of the rest of Gotham) I would have to destroy one of my plants so Batman could get at the bomb and disarm it.
I agreed and began to dismantle the plant in question, but it took too long and by the time most of the bomb was uncovered it was about to go off. Batman pulled me away from it and moved us a good distance away and we both threw ourselves onto the ground.
At first, Batman was beside me, but I pulled his arm a bit toward me. He got the hint and apparently thought it was a good enough idea to comply. After all, my reasoning -- though I did not share it -- was that he was a man, a hero, and the only one of us with armor on the majority of his outfit and therefore the majority of his body.
He got mostly on top of me to shield me from the anticipated blast and I pulled his cape more over myself as well. But, as minutes ticked by nothing happened. Finally, I said the only words I actually remember perfectly.
"I think your bomb is a dud."
A few moments of just feeling relieved we were alive (and also that the rest of my plants were safe as far as I was concerned, and that Gotham was still intact as far as Batman was probably concerned...although he never articulated it) and the scene changed.
It was still related to the same dream, though. Batman was still there, I was still Ivy. I think we both decided to go after whoever had planted the bomb (although probably for different reasons). I'm not sure, because I don't remember any of that portion of the dream beyond why we were suddenly in a giant factory. I don't even remember what was supposed to be manufactured there, if anything.
I think the message of this dream, unlike most of my other dreams, seems to be pretty clear if you ask me. I'm way too obsessed with DC, Batman, and Superman. True, Superman wasn't there and the only DC characters that I remember being there are Poison Ivy and Batman. But, still. ;)
Friday, September 9, 2011
Falling/Dragging Dream
I have falling dreams from time-to-time. They're normal, most people have had at least one by the time they're my age. But, this one was extremely weird. I'm not sure it can be classified as a falling dream, but I've never heard of a dragging dream...
I was very tired when I went to bed last night. I fell asleep almost immediately. The dream that I had was probably very short (I never checked the time when I woke up) nightmare. It definitely wasn't pleasant, anyway!
I was sleeping in my room, everything the same as when I went to bed in real life right down to the position I was in, my unusual choice not to use a blanket, and the fact that I was facing the wall. Even the blue light from my printer was on in the dream, as it was in real life as well.
I felt very drowsy, then suddenly had the feeling I wasn't alone. It was a thick "someone is watching you," feeling which made the area between my shoulder blades tingle...just like in real life when I get that feeling that someone is watching me or about the enter a room I'm alone in (and it's usually an accurate feeling). The feeling became more and more prominent in my mind and body before I began to turn to take a look. Nothing was there, but I still felt the odd feeling.
I turned back toward the wall and my previous position, feeling...a foreboding feeling, I guess is the only way to describe it. At that point I felt a pressure against my back, especially my lower back, as if someone had gotten into bed with me and was spooning up against me. Someone sturdy. I opened my eyes and looked at the wall in time to see a shadow cast in the dim blue light, of a thin but healthily masculine arm sliding around me. I was about to turn, to shout or just tell the intruder to get away...I don't know which. But, it hardly matters as I was not given the chance.
Immediately I felt the sensation of falling and then of being pulled...backwards. I cried out, I think. I know my eyes widened and I tried to grab for the bed but it didn't work. My breathing became heavy as the bed fell away and I kept moving backward. I anticipated hitting the floor, was ready for the solidity of it to come into contact with my back...But, I kept going, moving backward and now also downward. I went through the floor, saw the frame of the wood under the house, and kept being pulled.
At first I could still look up and see the bed in some sort of weird and transparent way. I tried to cry out again, but somehow it only came out a whisper. But, for some reason, I wasn't calling to the other people in the house this time, I was calling to the one who was pulling me down. Not in complaint so much as in plea. I was afraid and worried, but somehow I knew I would not come to harm or death.
"I'm falling! Help! Catch me, save me!" were the words that my dream-self chose, but they fell on deaf ears. Not that it made that much sense, anyway, to ask the person who was pulling me to catch me...he already had hold of me. He didn't answer and gave no pause or other indication that he'd even heard.
Then I was under the ground, although the only way I know that is the feeling I had in the dream. I just knew. The blackness seemed to be heavy with something, an emotion, I could not and cannot name. And, I was still moving, still being pulled.
Then I woke up suddenly. I had never reached a bottom or destination in my dream and now I was awake. I was left with the same distinct pressure against my backside as I had been in the dream just before the fall/pull. It was frightening only due to the dream and the unusual nature of the sensation. No one had come to check on me, so I had not really screamed out at any point. I was in the exact same position I'd been in when I went to sleep, so I had not thrashed in my sleep.
I turned and found my blanket, put it on. The pressure against my back went away, but I was left with an almost tingling sensation. At the same time...it felt almost nice, comforting maybe, now that the pressure itself was gone and I was aware I was awake again and it had all just been a dream.
The only part of the man that I ever saw during the dream was his arm in shadow against the wall the one moment before I fell. I never heard his voice, and I had absolutely no impression that I even had a remote idea of who he may have been.
I was very tired when I went to bed last night. I fell asleep almost immediately. The dream that I had was probably very short (I never checked the time when I woke up) nightmare. It definitely wasn't pleasant, anyway!
I was sleeping in my room, everything the same as when I went to bed in real life right down to the position I was in, my unusual choice not to use a blanket, and the fact that I was facing the wall. Even the blue light from my printer was on in the dream, as it was in real life as well.
I felt very drowsy, then suddenly had the feeling I wasn't alone. It was a thick "someone is watching you," feeling which made the area between my shoulder blades tingle...just like in real life when I get that feeling that someone is watching me or about the enter a room I'm alone in (and it's usually an accurate feeling). The feeling became more and more prominent in my mind and body before I began to turn to take a look. Nothing was there, but I still felt the odd feeling.
I turned back toward the wall and my previous position, feeling...a foreboding feeling, I guess is the only way to describe it. At that point I felt a pressure against my back, especially my lower back, as if someone had gotten into bed with me and was spooning up against me. Someone sturdy. I opened my eyes and looked at the wall in time to see a shadow cast in the dim blue light, of a thin but healthily masculine arm sliding around me. I was about to turn, to shout or just tell the intruder to get away...I don't know which. But, it hardly matters as I was not given the chance.
Immediately I felt the sensation of falling and then of being pulled...backwards. I cried out, I think. I know my eyes widened and I tried to grab for the bed but it didn't work. My breathing became heavy as the bed fell away and I kept moving backward. I anticipated hitting the floor, was ready for the solidity of it to come into contact with my back...But, I kept going, moving backward and now also downward. I went through the floor, saw the frame of the wood under the house, and kept being pulled.
At first I could still look up and see the bed in some sort of weird and transparent way. I tried to cry out again, but somehow it only came out a whisper. But, for some reason, I wasn't calling to the other people in the house this time, I was calling to the one who was pulling me down. Not in complaint so much as in plea. I was afraid and worried, but somehow I knew I would not come to harm or death.
"I'm falling! Help! Catch me, save me!" were the words that my dream-self chose, but they fell on deaf ears. Not that it made that much sense, anyway, to ask the person who was pulling me to catch me...he already had hold of me. He didn't answer and gave no pause or other indication that he'd even heard.
Then I was under the ground, although the only way I know that is the feeling I had in the dream. I just knew. The blackness seemed to be heavy with something, an emotion, I could not and cannot name. And, I was still moving, still being pulled.
Then I woke up suddenly. I had never reached a bottom or destination in my dream and now I was awake. I was left with the same distinct pressure against my backside as I had been in the dream just before the fall/pull. It was frightening only due to the dream and the unusual nature of the sensation. No one had come to check on me, so I had not really screamed out at any point. I was in the exact same position I'd been in when I went to sleep, so I had not thrashed in my sleep.
I turned and found my blanket, put it on. The pressure against my back went away, but I was left with an almost tingling sensation. At the same time...it felt almost nice, comforting maybe, now that the pressure itself was gone and I was aware I was awake again and it had all just been a dream.
The only part of the man that I ever saw during the dream was his arm in shadow against the wall the one moment before I fell. I never heard his voice, and I had absolutely no impression that I even had a remote idea of who he may have been.
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Pregnancy Dream
Anyway, enough of that since it's not got anything to do with my dream!
It wasn't really a very involved dream at all. It dark outside and I was standing in the front yard, off to the side of the driveway and toward the evergreen that is in the front yard, staring at the house. The lights were on and I was feeling anxious and worried about going inside. I had a friend next to me, a man (who is a friend even if I'm not dreaming, he does exist!), who was there to provide moral support. I was dreading having to tell my parents that I'm pregnant (in the dream only, I am NOT pregnant IRL). So, I was hesitating outside. From the dream, I got the impression that they were not expecting me to even be there. So, this would be a complete surprise visit.
My friend realized my anxiety and worry, so he reached over and lightly rubbed my belly. I was showing pretty well, but not too much. I think I was probably around the second trimester in month 5, according to the chart above.
The rubbing felt good, it made me feel less worried and anxious. He was going to stop, so I reached up and put my hand on his and made him continue. He didn't complain and just continued, I guess silently realizing that it was helping me to gain my courage.
In the dream, I got the distinct impression that the father of that baby was NOT in the picture, and that the man standing next to me was not a boyfriend, was not a husband, was not a friend with benefits, and was not interested in becoming any of those things. I did, however, get the impression that I wished he was the father of the baby. I did not get an impression of whether that was because I was afraid of raising a baby alone, and I did not get an impression of whether it was because I personally had feelings for this man.
In real life, however, I do NOT have feelings for that man. And I do not want children. So, I have no idea where this dream came from. Most likely this dream had nothing to do with what it seemed to. It was probably my subconscious attempting to tell me something using symbolism. I might consult a few dream dictionaries and whatnot to see what my subconscious may be attempting to tell me. Or I might just ignore it.
Hell, maybe it just means I'd like to have more fullfilment in my life in general (not through children, but just in general), and maybe I'm also a tad lonely and I just don't realize either of these things so my subconscious thought it was important to help me realize it. Who knows? But, hey, it's a theory. :p
But, yes, that was the entire dream. We never went into my parents' house, we never spoke to my parents. We never even spoke to each other. The entire dream was just us standing outside (in the summer, I think, since it wasn't cold and there was green grass and leaves on trees), being silent and staring at the house. And then I woke up.
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