I have vivid and unusual dreams, when I remember them. Often, they play out like movies. If dreams can tell us anything about ourselves, then this dream journal should tell a lot about me! (Let's hope it doesn't just say I'm a crazy lady.)

Sunday, 13 November 2011

A World Of Dinosaurs

I dreamed about an apocalyptic world brought about by the resurfacing of dinosaurs.

In my dream last night, there weren't as many people left in the world, and those who were left, remained indoors and in hiding. When dinosaurs were near, they had to stay very quiet so as not to be heard by the dinosaurs.

There were dinosaurs of all types, triceratops, stegosaurus, tyranosaurus rex, brontosaurus and others. They roamed the world freely, destroying buildings and whole cities without blinking an eye.

They reacted to spotting a human in the way that humans would sometimes react to seeing a spider; they would run over and try to stomp the human to death. If they heard humans or other sounds coming from within houses or buildings, they destroyed the building in a fierce rage.

I was in a home in the country, living quietly with my children and my husband. We had an underground shelter with a hidden entrance that we could use in an emergency. We grew our own vegetables and had chickens in a chicken coup for eggs and occasionally chicken to eat.

But we needed fruit. The kids were going to become deficient in vitamin C, and it would take too long for the fruit trees we planted to grow. One of us needed to go out and find some cans of food with fruit that might be leftover in empty houses or no-longer-used stores.

I convinced my husband that he needed to be the one staying home to protect the children in case something happened while I was away, and that I would go find food for us. He didn't like it, but he eventually saw my reasoning was sound.

I packed a backpack with some necessities and set out. I had traveled far when a man came running by me. He turned to me as he ran by and yelled, "Run!"

I immediately felt the rumbling, ground-shaking sensation that told me a dinosaur was coming. I ran and soon had passed him by. The kids, my husband and I had been training for speed for quite some time now, so very few could outrun any of us.

He pointed toward a small dotting of houses in the distance. We both found cover in a small group of very dense trees and waited. When not one dinosaur but two, both triceratops, ran by, we waited longer. The tirceratops slowed and looked around. We held our breath. The tirceratops seemed to lose interest in the chase and wandered off. We waited more. After a long time had passed, we traveled together to the houses in the distance.

When we got to the houses, we found there were two groups of people. One group appeared to be people very much like me, parents with children, who hoped for a better future to be found someday but were just trying to survive for now.

The other group was mostly men. They had lots of weapons and they drank a lot. I didn't like the lustful way some of them looked at me and decided to join the other group until it was safe to move on, find some food and get back to my family. Unfortunately, it didn't work out that way. I didn't get a choice.

A large group of dinosaurs showed up, as if policing the area. The ground shook with their arrival, and they were bulldozing over several random houses using their bodies. The group of people like me ran back to their safe house, and one of the men from the other group grabbed me and pulled me with them to their safe house.

While we waited, trying to stay quiet, one of them grabbed my butt. I grabbed his hand and twisted it up and backward so that his wrist was pulled almost out of its socket. I whispered forcefully to him that he should never touch me. He whimpered and backed away as I let his arm go.

I heard two men discussing the things they'd like to do with me, things that were disgusting and would not bear repeating. I knew I had to get away. I decided I'd rather be stomped to death by a dinosaur.

One of them tried to grab me as I slipped out the door. I kicked him in the nuts and went out as he crumpled to the ground. There were no dinosaurs nearby, so I continued away from the small formation of houses and back into the fields and open stretches of land I had been traveling before.

I rose up a small hill and looked back at the houses. I could see the dinosaurs moving about next to the houses still. I wasn't sure how I had gotten out without being seen by them. I watched as two of the dinosaurs started ramming themselves against some houses. People ran out of one. Most of them were crushed to death, but a few made it to the other safe house, the one I had gotten away from. The dinosaurs saw them go there and followed to attack that house.

After watching the destruction that occurred there, I didn't think anyone could be left alive. I was about to move on, but I remembered the children I had seen. What if one of those small children had somehow survived the attack? I couldn't leave without checking for survivors.

I waited throughout the night until the last dinosaur had moved on and no dinosaurs were left in sight for miles around. Then I headed back to the now-ruined houses. I searched the rubble. I found body after body. I wanted to vomit when I found the body of a toddler, but after a while, and after finding dead body after dead body, it was as if my mind shut down for a bit and I just continued searching, immune to the crushed bodies all around me and to the smell that was filling my nostrils with decay and rot.

I finally stood, ready to give up, and that's when I heard the cry. It was the cry of a baby, a new baby. I recognized the sound. It was the cry babies make until they are about three months old. I followed the sound and found a fridge on its side. I opened it and inside it had been emptied out and a girl of about four was laying down, huddled and holding a baby that looked like it was two or three weeks old. They would have suffocated in the airtight fridge if I hadn't returned to look for survivors. I guessed that there parents had thought that would be better for them than being stomped to death.

The little girl was frightened. The baby was dressed in pink and wrapped in a pink blanet, so I assumed it was girl too. I told her the toddler she was safe and asked her to stay where she was, holding the baby, while I found some food. I dug through the debris again, this time to find food. I found two cans of infant formula and a couple of unbroken baby bottles after a while. I continued searching until I found some bottled water and the cans of fruit that I had originally come out to find. I packed everything away in my backpack after making up a bottle for the baby. I fed the baby and then continued on my way home, bringing the toddler and the baby with me.

I woke up from the dream before I arrived back home, but I had the feeling before I woke that we would make it.

Friday, 28 October 2011

Dangerous Acid

Weird dream again last night.

I dreamed that I was entering a building that was a charity. The charity provided books for children all over the world. A friend of mine ran it and I was dropping off some new books for her. When I got inside, there were masked men there. They were trying to break into the safe. I turned to run away and they chased me.

One of them knocked over a large barrel in his attempt to grab me. This barrel was full of an acid that would burn through anything (except for , apparently concrete, as the road it was pouring out onto after running through the building, didn't burn). I have no idea why there was a barrel of acid in the charity building.

The acid kept pouring and pouring. The men burned up horribly, the acid making them dissolve, but I didn't have to see it happen because they were still inside the building and I had run outside. I heard them scream though.

The acid kept pouring. I grabbed some bricks that were sitting in the gutter of the road and used them to bash against a fire hydrant until it burst open. Water was the only thing that would neutralize this acid, and the water that poured from the fire hydrant made a line of safety through the acid. Unfortunately, it wasn't on the side I was on but on the opposite side and I would have to go through acid to get to the safety it had created, so it didn't help.

I ran again. At one point, I realized the acid was behind me and in front of me. I was trapped. I saw a large metal crate and climbed up on top of it. I climbed up and the acid surrounded the crate. The crate didn't burn though, so, although I was surrounded by the acid, I was safe from being dissolved.

I sat there for ages. The acid looked like it was drying up, but I knew about this acid and I knew that, even dry, it was still there. I still needed water to neutralize it.

I began to worry that people walking on nearby roads would come upon this road and walk onto it, not realizing the acid was there. First, their shoes would start to melt and dissolve, and maybe that would give them time to get away, especially if I was there to explain what was happening and warn them.

A man walked up and turned to go down the street I was on. I warned him, but he didn't pay attention. Then after a step or two, he noticed the soles of his shoes sticking to the ground and he could tell they were melting. He yelped and ran back off the road. (For some reason, the acid had run out on the road I was on and had not spread to the roads next to it.)

This happened with another man who had been determined to come help me down off of the crate. Finally, one of them called the police, who then called the fire brigade. A fire engine showed up and the hose was brought out and water was streamed all over the road to neutralize the acid. I was safe.

That's when I woke up.

Saturday, 1 October 2011

The Neighbor's House

We have recently moved to a new house on a street that is newly built with all new homes. We applied for the 5 bedroom home but a different family got it and we got to move into the 4 bedroom home. The family had six children living at home with them, like us. I met the mother and she seemed really nice, and I like the idea that there is someone living just a few houses away from me who knows what it is like to raise a large family. But I haven't really had the chance to visit with her much or to get to know her much yet.

Last night, I dreamed that I saw my cat go into her house, so I went over to warn the family not to feed him, no matter how much he begged, because he was starting to get chubby. They were having a barbecue at the time, and she offered me a burger. Although these burgers were full of fat and completely off my nutritious eating plan, I accepted anyway and we chatted while I ate.

She showed me around her home and I was commenting on the changes the builders had made to her home when they enlarged it. That's when I tripped and fell, and then I woke up from the dream.

It was an odd thing to dream about, but maybe my subconcious is telling me to go get to know my neighbor better.

Tuesday, 2 August 2011

Connor's Dream

My four year old Connor told me he had a "really good fighting dream" last night. He went on to say that he and his 5 year old sister Bella were fighting bad guys and they were winning. But the "Bella got hit by a jet."

Connor rarely remembers his dreams well enough to talk to me about them, so I decided I would share it here.

Relatives & Aliens

Last night, I dreamed that the whole world had been taken over by aliens. The aliens looked human except for their glowing red eyes and the fact that they were all, every single one of them, muscular and tall. Most of humanity had been massacred when the aliens first arrived on the planet and there was only a small population of us left. We constituted the resistance, and we battled in skirmishes all over to try and evict the aliens from our planet. Robert and I were a team, fighting for freedom and protecting our children.

Our very small community of survivors got together for regular meetings. During one of the meetings, I noticed a couple of men who were taller than my 6'8" tall husband. Looking up so I could see their faces, I realized that they both looked like they could be Robert's brothers. They were younger than Robert, but other than that, they were very similar in looks to each other and to him. Seeing them was like seeing glimpses of Robert when he was younger. I spoke to them, but although they were American, they weren't very friendly. I was certain that they must be relatives of his, even if very distant relatives.

The meeting broke up and Robert and I had to take our kids home through rough terrain. We were climbing down into a drainage ditch in order to cross it and climb up the other side when I woke from my dream.

Thursday, 7 July 2011

Sleeping In The Park


I had another strange dream last night.

In the dream, I woke up on a bench in the park in the early morning hours. As I was trying to figure out how I had ended up asleep at the park, I noticed that I was holding the dogs lead in my right hand, but there was no sign of our dog Mercury anywhere.

It was starting to dawn on me that I had fallen asleep while taking the dog for his late night walk when my 8 year old daughter Gabby ran up to me. Apparently she had been on the walk with me, and I had fallen asleep, leaving her unprotected all night!

The strangeness of all of this ocurred to me, and I tried to make sense of how any of this could have happened. I had been tired lately, but I would never fall asleep at the park, not while having my 8 year old daughter with me and not while walking our dog. I couldn't make sense of any of it. Why would I have my daughter on the walk with me when this walk was usually well past her bedtime?

My daughter Gabby told me that she had been throwing Mercury's ball for him and he had just run off. I still puzzled over the whole thing. Why hadn't Gabby woken me up? Surely she must have been scared during the night. Why wouldn't she wake me?

Regardess of how none of this made sense, we needed to find our dog, so Gabby and I started searching for him and calling him. At the end of the park, there was a cafe, so we went inside and asked anyone there if they had seen him, but no one had. (There is not really a cafe at the end of the park, but in the dream, there was one.) We walked and walked, looking for Mercury, calling his name out loudly. Several times, people brought dogs over to us that looked like him, but on closer inspection, none of the dogs turned out to be him.

Eventually, while my dream self was still out looking for Mercury and wondering why my husband hadn't come looking for me yet, I woke up for real and felt relieved.

Sunday, 3 July 2011

School Of Magic

Last night, I dreamed I was back at school, specifically my old highschool. There was a difference this tme though; my school was teaching magic. The problem was that students had been dying grisly deaths due to a magical beast that was stalking the halls and corridors. A student showed me a list, with photos, of students who had been killed by the beast, and I remembered many of them from my days at highschool.

It was up to me to find the beast and either capture or kill it before anyone else got hurt. The reason it was up to me was because everyone else had given up. Some of them had seen the beast and told everyone that there was no way to win against it; it was too terrifying. I refused to believe that it couldn't be beaten or mastered though, so it was all up to me.

I came back to the school at night, carrying a crossbow with
arrows and a large curved knife that Robert had insisted I take with me. He was keeping our kids at home to make sure they were safe. He didn't have any magical abilities anyway, so he would have been at a disadvantage if he had come along.

I walked quietly and carefully down the main hallway at the school. (My old highschool doesn't actually have "hallways" because it had the outdoors and open air between classes, but in the dream, I was in a hallway much like the one seen so often in Buffy the Vampire Slayer episodes.) I could hear the beast ahead, but I couldn't yet see him.

That's when my kitten woke me up from the dream. She walked across my stomach and chest, purring loudly, and licked my chin. So I woke up and have no idea what the beast looked like. I knew though, in the dream, that I could best it.

Sunday, 19 June 2011

Children & Princess Adoration

Today I took a nap and had a strange dream. In it, I was a child in a school. One of my friends who sat at my table was fascinated with princesses. She was dressed all in pink, and she was talking excitedly about the princess parade that was going to be held at the school that day. (Looking back at the dream, she reminded me a lot of my 5 year old daughter Isabella.)

There was another girl at our table. She was wearing blue. She wasn't as fascinated by the idea of princesses, but even she was excited about the parade. She explained that the parade was very fun to watch for everyone. (Again, looking back at the dream, she too reminded me of someone; she reminded me of my 8 year old daughter Gabriella when she was about five years old.)

The teacher announced that all of the kids were to go outside for a ten minute recess break and then come back in for a pop quiz. No one was to go out to the parade until all of the tests were completed and she gave the go ahead.

After the ten minute break, we went inside and I noticed that the little girl in pink had not come back in. I didn't want her to get into trouble, so I went outside to go and get her. She was sitting at one of the wooden bench-style tables. She was looking at a little paved area to her right. I looked there too and noticed a funeral coming. It was the beginning of the parade, but it was starting with a funeral procession because a prince had died the night before. (No one was named, but I had the instinctive thought that it was an elderly prince, not one of the young princes.)

She didn't want to come back inside, but I convinced her that she wouldn't miss much, just the funeral and that, by the time she came back outside after the pop quiz, she'd be just in time to see the beginning of the fun part of the princess parade.

(One of the things that strikes me upon remembering this dream is the "princess parade." Princess Parade is the name of a blog of mine and of stores of mine at Printfection, Zazzle and my Princess Parade domain.)

Monday, 6 June 2011

Wake Up!

I can't remember what I was dreaming last night, only the sense that it had been a nightmare and I had been scared. What I do remember is that, when I was really terrified within the nightmare, I heard a very loud, very deep vice say "Wake up, Becky!" This was sufficent to wake me up for real. I glanced over to my husband laying beside me and he was snoring softly, so I knew it hadn't been his voice I heard. Then I let myself fall back to sleep.

Thursday, 2 June 2011

Cat's Paw


I've been ill today, and I was in bed for most of the day. I fell asleep in the afternoon, and although I don't remember much about the dream I was having, I do remember how it ended.

I was looking for my cat Pagan, and I spotted him as he came running up to me, but he was running oddly and I noticed that he was not touching his back, right-side paw to the ground at all. When he got to me, I picked him up and noticed that the paw had been crushed badly and was bleeding. My first thought was that he might have been hit by a car. I was yelling to my husband to call the vet and that's when I woke up from the dream.

I was really glad it was only a nightmare, and that my cat was okay.