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.)

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.