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This is just a place to record my dreams because I feel like it. I tend to dream quite vividly and thought it would be interesting to record them. I will not add or take away, just tell them like they occur. Starting with March 17 and moving forward from there.
March 17, 2007
I dreamed that my daughter and I had accidentally killed someone and we were trying to hide the evidence. As we were trying to hide the evidence I was tortured with feelings of guilt and consequences. I knew that I would go to jail and so would my daughter and so we were trying to devise ways not to have that happen. We both felt remorse at what we had done, and yet in the dream we knew that there had been no other way around what we had done, we had no choice but to do thast terrible thing. And yet in the dream, nowhere did we actually commit the murder, neither did we know how we had done it, only that we had.
March 18, 2007
This one was a nightmare. These creature things had come down from space somewhere and were hiding in the bodies of people that we knew. I suspected that all was not as it seemed with them, and so I followed them to a warehouse and inside the warehouse I saw what they were really doing.
There were body parts, internal human organs, blood and gore all over the warehouse floor. One of them saw me as I fled and they made their plans to take me to the warehouse to do that thing to me.
I ran back to the house where I lived and talked to the people I lived with, in the dream I knew that I knew them and yet they were not people I have ever seen in my waking world at all, yet I trusted them. I tried to tell them what I had seen and they would not believe me. The alien creatures in the human bodies came to our house to take me away with them to 'help me' they said and the people I was living with were going to let them, so I ran.
They chased me and every time I found a hiding place they always found me. The last place I was in was a back room in a garage and I was trying to explain to a person I found in there what was happening. They didn't believe me either. I woke up at the point where the aliens were about to take me away.
March 19, 2007
I dreamed that I was in a mental asylum, but it was in the form of a very expensive house. Everyone in the house liked me and thought I was quite together. They were all struggling to understand why I was there.
Dave Nevaro worked there and everyone liked him. I liked him and wanted him to notice me and yet I knew that, as he noticed me, he simply saw another mental patient. I knew that there was nothing that I could do to make him see me differently, so I tried to befriend him.
He had left his acoustic guitar there and I wanted to play it, but every time I picked a guitar up in the house, it was the wrong one. After picking up about four guitars I finally found the right one. As I picked it up, I saw Dave Nevaro leaving for the day and so I gently hit him on the back of his legs and said, "See ya."
As I hit him with the guitar, I was completely aware that it was totally inappropriate for me to do that to him and yet I did it anyway. Dave just looked at me like he was thinking, "What are you?" Then he turned and just kept walking.
I then sat down to play the guitar and realised that I couldn't make the chords on the strings properly with my fingers and I could not work out why and I felt really stupid. I then went upstairs to talk to another person who was also there in the asylum with me and she was speaking to me about Dave, yet I do not remember what she said.
I then woke up.
March 20, 2007
I dreamed that I owned a yellow Cortina, bright yellow (the same car as one of my foster father's owned when I was a kid) and I was going to University, except that it was a big old Gothic museum. I parked the car at the front of the University and went and had coffee with some friends. When I went to go home, I could not find the yellow car where I had left it. So I began hunting the university out trying to find it. I was running up and down hallways and suddenly the University was a hospital.
I needed to go out of a door to the outside of the building, but had to get past a set of glass doors near some other doors. I knew if anyone came along that I would be caught and in serious trouble because it was night by then.
I ran toward the double glass doors when suddenly some doctors, including a woman, were just coming out of the operating room. They all stared at me, but even once the male doctors looked away, the female kept staring at me and I got the feeling that she was thinking quite malicious thoughts. As I stared at them, I knew that they would know that I shouldn't be there, so I stopped at a basin and began to scrub my arms as though I was just about to attend to a patient. The entire time I was doing that the female was still staring at me and I kept hoping that I was using the right soap and washing my arms the right way so that they would think that I was a doctor or surgeon. After a little while they completely ignored me.
Once they were gone I ran through the glass doors and out the next door to the outside of the building. As I arrived outside I remembered parking my car somewhere else...in the cafe of the building, which by then I knew to be a museum again. As I ran toward the cafe doors my feet started to slip and I could not move very fast at all.
Once I got inside the museum cafe, there were four cars parked there, but none of them were my yellow car. So I asked someone where the yellow car had gone to and they replied that the police had come and taken it away.
I used a phone and rang the police to ask why they had taken my car and they said that it belonged to a con-man and that he was wanted by them. They said I could have my car back and when they brought it back to the museum, which had by then become a university again, I saw that they had taken a door off it, the dirver's door. I knew that it was useless to me because I couldn't drive it that way.
The police just smiled knowingly at me as if they knew that the con-man that they were looking for was someone that I knew. They seemed to know that he had been the one to give me the car. I got the impression that they did not like me, thought me to be kind of a scum bag and thought it served me right to have things go terribly wrong. Then I woke up.
March 24, 2007
I dreamed that I was trying to go somewhere to see someone whom I knew. But the people taking me there never really took me there. They took me everywhere but where I had asked to go.
March 25, 2007
I dreamed that I was going hunting. What I was hunting, I do not know. I was given a shotgun, but it would not fire. Suddenly we were no longer hunting, we were fighting an enemy. When I went to fire the gun, the barrel of the gun kept falling away from the rest of the gun and the shells would slide all the way down to the end of it and fall out onto the ground. (shotgun shells have a ridge around the top of the shell and it is impossible for them to slid down into the barrel in the first place.)
During the dream we were walking somewhere with the guns and the man that I was with held his pointing straight out in front of him. In the dream I remembered being told. as a kid, to always walk with the barrel pointed down at the ground. So I pointed the barrel down at the geound while I was walking and the man complimented me on carrying the gun safely. I then woke up.
March 26, 2007
I dreamed that I was living in a house I lived in when I was a kid, except in the dream I was an adult. I was inside when I heard a terrible roaring sound. So I ran outside and looked toward the hills, but they were gone, completely obliterated. The hills were on the east side of the town in the dream, in real life they are on the west.
As I looked toward where the hills had once been, I saw three enormous tornado funnels headingstraight across our town. They were just incerdibly enormous and their force was such that they were reducing everything in their path to piles of rubbish.
I grabbed my kids and began to run into the house to take refuge in the hallway and by the time I got there I could tell that the tornados were about to hit the house. In the dream I remember thinking to myself how strange it was that my feet hadn't slipped out from under me, thus preventing me from running as they usually did in other dreams of escape. Then I woke.
March 27, 2007
I dreamed that I went to the town where my son was living with his girlfriend who is much older than him. She was suddenly all fashionable and no longer looked hard, as she does in real life. She even smiled at me and I got the impression that she wanted to be my friend.
They were running a grocery store and in the dream I thought to myself how odd it was that it was a successful business, because everything that his girlfriend ever touched, that involved money, she drains. I walked through the shop at her invitation and the whole while that I was walking through the aisles, which were much like a brightly lit grocery store would look, very clean and the things very well presented, she was telling me how happy my son was.
She led me to a door at the back of the grocery store and she disappeared. Through the door I could see my son and he was crying as he worked away at what he was doing. When he turned and saw me standing therre he tried to pretend that he had not been crying. Then I woke up.
March 28, 2007
I dreamed that my friends June and Paul were building a new house...but all through the dream the house went from being finished and then to not being finished.
June took me for a walk through the house and the walls staretd to cave in. Yet as the walls caved in around us, she was telling me that Paul was a very good builder and would build a house for meif I liked. I did not know what to say to her and so just kept saying how wonderful the house was, even though it was abysmally held together and really quite ugly and did not flow well at all.
March 31st, 2007
I dreamed that I went to visit my son and his much older girlfriend. They were living in an expensive house which was rather large. In the dream I tried to ascertain what had happened to his and her second baby boy that they had a few years ago.
As I spoke with his girlfriend, I was aware that I had to manipulate the situation somewhat to get her to tell me the truth. I knew that my son had been forbidden to speak it. I found it very suspicious in the dream, as I had at the time in real life, that my son and her had a baby, adopted it out and then could suddenly afford to buy the house that they were living in.
In the dream, as in life, I was sure that they had sold the baby and so tried in the dream to find out if they had. I started to cry and say that I had a friend who was a lawyer who could deal with the case and get the baby back if they had been in any way coerced into selling him.
My son cried the entire time and did not say a word. His girlfriend spoke of having adopted the baby out as per normal, but as she spoke, I knew her to be lying and I came to the conclusion for certain that she had, indeed, sold the baby and that was how they had managed to buy the house.
I then woke up.
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