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.
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