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.
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Monday, 2 August 2010
Reading Books To Save Ourselves
I only remember the last dream I had last night, though I vaguely recall that there had been other dreams before it. As dreams normally are, it was very strange.
I was living in a very large house with very expensive looking furnishings. My husband and children were there too. An evil creature was coming for us. We didn't know what it looked like or what its powers were. All we knew was that it was demonic, that it had some sort of magical power, and that it wanted all of us dead.
We knew this because an angel had appeared and warned us. The angel was dressed all in white and he carried a very large sword. He told us that we had to use our gifts to vanquish the demon that was coming for us. He didn't tell us what our "gifts" were, only that, if we looked inside ourselves, we would know. He told me the name of the demon (but I can no longer remember what it was).
I immediately thought of books. I am good at reading. A set of very old books that were on the bookshelves drew my attention. I knew I had to read them. I knew that somewhere in them lay the key to saving my family from the demon.
There were a lot of books. I skimmed through the pages because I knew we didn't have a lot of time. It felt as though I would never finish the books, never find the information we needed in time. Just as I heard the roar the dmeon made in the distance and knew we only had moments before it would be upon us, I found the information I needed.
I had to write. I had to write a story about the demon and, in the story, I had to write the death of the demon. My writing would be made real and the demon would die.
I started writing. I could hear the demon getting closer; I could hear the beating of its huge wings as they wooshed through the air and the occasional roar it made was coming ever closer. I could hear people screaming outside.
I told Robert to take the kids to the back of the house to hide, and I kept writing.
Then I woke up.
I was living in a very large house with very expensive looking furnishings. My husband and children were there too. An evil creature was coming for us. We didn't know what it looked like or what its powers were. All we knew was that it was demonic, that it had some sort of magical power, and that it wanted all of us dead.
We knew this because an angel had appeared and warned us. The angel was dressed all in white and he carried a very large sword. He told us that we had to use our gifts to vanquish the demon that was coming for us. He didn't tell us what our "gifts" were, only that, if we looked inside ourselves, we would know. He told me the name of the demon (but I can no longer remember what it was).
I immediately thought of books. I am good at reading. A set of very old books that were on the bookshelves drew my attention. I knew I had to read them. I knew that somewhere in them lay the key to saving my family from the demon.
There were a lot of books. I skimmed through the pages because I knew we didn't have a lot of time. It felt as though I would never finish the books, never find the information we needed in time. Just as I heard the roar the dmeon made in the distance and knew we only had moments before it would be upon us, I found the information I needed.
I had to write. I had to write a story about the demon and, in the story, I had to write the death of the demon. My writing would be made real and the demon would die.
I started writing. I could hear the demon getting closer; I could hear the beating of its huge wings as they wooshed through the air and the occasional roar it made was coming ever closer. I could hear people screaming outside.
I told Robert to take the kids to the back of the house to hide, and I kept writing.
Then I woke up.
Tuesday, 4 May 2010
Tantrums & Adoptions
Despite the fact that I have not been able to remember most of my dreams lately past a few minutes after I wake up, I remembered my dream last night. As usual, the dream was very strange.
In my dream, my three year old son Connor was misbehaving and throwing a little tantrum while we were out shopping. He accidentally hit a man in a suit who was standing near us. No harm was done as he is only three and he wasn't hitting forcefully anyway; he was just preoccupied with his tantrum and hadn't noticed that there was a man standing near him.
But the man was not satisfied with my scolding Connor. He pressed charges! And we had to go to court. The courts decided that Connor was not getting the discipline he needed at home and it was ordered that he be put into a group home.
Everyone, including his dad, were resigned to this fate. The courts had decided and there was nothing we could do, seemed to be the general idea. But no way was I letting ANYONE take my baby away from me, especially not in his formative years! I was furious with how ridiculous the whole situation was and how stupid the courts were being, and I was ready for war.
I don't know how that dream ended because the next thing I knew, I was in another dream.
In this dream, my childhood friend Caryn came to visit me. She was outside in the car and I went out to help her get her things. I expected her two boys to be in the car with her, but instead there were two beautiful little twin five year old girls in the back seat. Caryn explained to me that she and her husband were fostering them and hoped to someday adopt the two little girls.
After her visit, Robert and I started discussing adopting a child. We called social services and they were quick to bring us two sisters. The girls were about two and four years old, and their hair fell in the most beautiful red ringlets. They each had a tiny smattering of freckles across their noses, and I was smitten with them immediately.
I woke up at that point in the dream.
In my dream, my three year old son Connor was misbehaving and throwing a little tantrum while we were out shopping. He accidentally hit a man in a suit who was standing near us. No harm was done as he is only three and he wasn't hitting forcefully anyway; he was just preoccupied with his tantrum and hadn't noticed that there was a man standing near him.
But the man was not satisfied with my scolding Connor. He pressed charges! And we had to go to court. The courts decided that Connor was not getting the discipline he needed at home and it was ordered that he be put into a group home.
Everyone, including his dad, were resigned to this fate. The courts had decided and there was nothing we could do, seemed to be the general idea. But no way was I letting ANYONE take my baby away from me, especially not in his formative years! I was furious with how ridiculous the whole situation was and how stupid the courts were being, and I was ready for war.
I don't know how that dream ended because the next thing I knew, I was in another dream.
In this dream, my childhood friend Caryn came to visit me. She was outside in the car and I went out to help her get her things. I expected her two boys to be in the car with her, but instead there were two beautiful little twin five year old girls in the back seat. Caryn explained to me that she and her husband were fostering them and hoped to someday adopt the two little girls.
After her visit, Robert and I started discussing adopting a child. We called social services and they were quick to bring us two sisters. The girls were about two and four years old, and their hair fell in the most beautiful red ringlets. They each had a tiny smattering of freckles across their noses, and I was smitten with them immediately.
I woke up at that point in the dream.
Friday, 5 February 2010
Sick Kitty
I woke up early this morning due to my cat throwing up on the floor beside my bed. I quickly picked him up and put him in the bathtub in the bathroom and grabbed what I would need to go and clean up the vomit from the floor. When I went back to the bathroom, he was gone, and I was too tired to look for him even though I knew I should put him outside.
When I went back to bed, my anxiety over what would happen with him still in the house seeped into my dream as I fell back asleep.
I dreamed that I got up in the morning and went downstairs. As I got downstairs, I found that my cat had been sick again in the downstairs hall. I cleaned up the sick and worried that he had been sick elsewhere, but I woke up from the dream before my dream-self went looking for the cat.
Awake now, I really did go downstairs. My younger children were up and demanding breakfast so I started the morning routine of packing their lunches for school and making them breakfast. Then I heard my 7 year old yelling, “Yucky! Mommy! There’s something really gross in the back room!”
I went into the dining room and saw that the cat had apparently had diarrhea on the carpet in there. So my anxious dream of earlier wasn’t too far off the mark.
When I went back to bed, my anxiety over what would happen with him still in the house seeped into my dream as I fell back asleep.
I dreamed that I got up in the morning and went downstairs. As I got downstairs, I found that my cat had been sick again in the downstairs hall. I cleaned up the sick and worried that he had been sick elsewhere, but I woke up from the dream before my dream-self went looking for the cat.
Awake now, I really did go downstairs. My younger children were up and demanding breakfast so I started the morning routine of packing their lunches for school and making them breakfast. Then I heard my 7 year old yelling, “Yucky! Mommy! There’s something really gross in the back room!”
I went into the dining room and saw that the cat had apparently had diarrhea on the carpet in there. So my anxious dream of earlier wasn’t too far off the mark.
Sunday, 24 January 2010
I Scare The Darkness
My dream last night was a boring one, probably a result of my focusing so much on trying to reach my weight loss goal this week. I dreamed simply that I couldn't find the very light-weight dress that I usually wear for my weigh-ins and so had to wear something heavier that would add half a pound to my weight on the scale.
See? I told you it was boring!
However, my husband told me about a dream that he had last night, and it made me laugh so I had to share it here.
He dreamed that I was downstairs and he was in bed. (At the time, this was actually true.) At the same time, the darkness around him felt alive, like an evil, lurking presence that wanted to do harm. In order to protect the rest of us, his beloved family, he let the darkness enter himself in the hopes that he could control it and keep it from hurting me or the kids.
In the dream, he stood up to go use the bathroom, all the while trying to keep control of the dark presence inside of him. As he and the Darkness within him approached the top of the stairs on the way towards the bathroom, he heard me coming up the stairs.
When the Darkness inside him became aware that I was coming, it screamed like a girl inside him, took complete control of him and made him run like a timid child back to the bed and then left him and the room completely.
So, he explained, the dream meant that I'm so scary even evil incarnate runs away!
We both had a good laugh about that dream!
See? I told you it was boring!
However, my husband told me about a dream that he had last night, and it made me laugh so I had to share it here.
He dreamed that I was downstairs and he was in bed. (At the time, this was actually true.) At the same time, the darkness around him felt alive, like an evil, lurking presence that wanted to do harm. In order to protect the rest of us, his beloved family, he let the darkness enter himself in the hopes that he could control it and keep it from hurting me or the kids.
In the dream, he stood up to go use the bathroom, all the while trying to keep control of the dark presence inside of him. As he and the Darkness within him approached the top of the stairs on the way towards the bathroom, he heard me coming up the stairs.
When the Darkness inside him became aware that I was coming, it screamed like a girl inside him, took complete control of him and made him run like a timid child back to the bed and then left him and the room completely.
So, he explained, the dream meant that I'm so scary even evil incarnate runs away!
We both had a good laugh about that dream!
Thursday, 13 August 2009
Shark Attacks
I had a horrible nightmare last night.
Robert, Gabby, Bella, Connor, Cameron and I were all at the beach. The beach was a bit crowded that day. The kids were wading in the water, just barely getting their feet wet, and I was sitting further up the beach watching them with Cameron beside me in his stroller. Robert decided to swim out a ways in the ocean.
Cameron fussed a bit and I turned to tend to him, but when I looked back up, I noticed Gabby, who can’t swim yet, getting deeper into the water trying to follow Robert. I was immediately worried and got up to go and stop her. It was then I noticed a very large, shark fin about ten yards away from where she was but parallel to her. The shark came up almost all the way on the beach, and the people on that side of the beach started panicking and running from the water.
I started towards Gabby again and it was then that I noticed shark fins in lots of places out in the water, and most of them were coming in quite far to the beach. There was one really close to Gabby. I hurried out and waded into the water, pulling her up. I told her there were sharks in the water and she had to come back onto the beach. All of the way back out of the water, my eyes scanned the beach for Connor because I had thought he was with Gabby.
Back on the beach, I started screaming, “Connor!” and looking everywhere. Gabby went over to where Cameron was and stayed with him. My eyes scanned the beach frantically and I felt the fear swell up inside me. It was then that I realized that I hadn’t seen Isabella anywhere either. Then I woke up from the dream.
I felt so much relief that it had just been a dream, and yet I could still feel the worry and fear in me. I fell back asleep.
And went straight back into the dream.
I noticed a shark thrashing about (as though it had a hold of something) and it was not in very deep water. As I looked, I noticed that it had a young man (a teen, maybe?). I ran to help, wading into waist-high water and a couple of other men on the beach came to help too. It was actually two men caught by the shark, but the shark didn’t have a hold of either of them, they were tangled up with some sort of surfboard with a rope attached, and the shark had bit down on the rope. We pulled them up onto the beach and the shark was pulled up too. We cut them loose from the ropes and the shark remained stranded on the beach, thrashing about.
I immediately turned to looking for Connor and Bella again. The beach was really crowded with panicked onlookers, so I tried to tell myself that they were both fine and I would find them; I was just overlooking them because there were so many people there.
Robert, hearing me screaming for Connor and Bella, started to swim back to shore. For some reason, I was not worried about him; I knew the sharks would leave him alone. The fear that something might have happened to Connor and Isabella was still swelling up in me.
I could feel myself starting to wake up, but I didn’t want to wake up from the dream with the two of them still missing. It felt too awful.
Then I guided the dream a bit and found the two of them playing in the sand higher up on the beach (behind the crowds of onlookers). They were building sand castles (but not very well.)
Robert, Gabby, Bella, Connor, Cameron and I were all at the beach. The beach was a bit crowded that day. The kids were wading in the water, just barely getting their feet wet, and I was sitting further up the beach watching them with Cameron beside me in his stroller. Robert decided to swim out a ways in the ocean.
Cameron fussed a bit and I turned to tend to him, but when I looked back up, I noticed Gabby, who can’t swim yet, getting deeper into the water trying to follow Robert. I was immediately worried and got up to go and stop her. It was then I noticed a very large, shark fin about ten yards away from where she was but parallel to her. The shark came up almost all the way on the beach, and the people on that side of the beach started panicking and running from the water.
I started towards Gabby again and it was then that I noticed shark fins in lots of places out in the water, and most of them were coming in quite far to the beach. There was one really close to Gabby. I hurried out and waded into the water, pulling her up. I told her there were sharks in the water and she had to come back onto the beach. All of the way back out of the water, my eyes scanned the beach for Connor because I had thought he was with Gabby.
Back on the beach, I started screaming, “Connor!” and looking everywhere. Gabby went over to where Cameron was and stayed with him. My eyes scanned the beach frantically and I felt the fear swell up inside me. It was then that I realized that I hadn’t seen Isabella anywhere either. Then I woke up from the dream.
I felt so much relief that it had just been a dream, and yet I could still feel the worry and fear in me. I fell back asleep.
And went straight back into the dream.
I noticed a shark thrashing about (as though it had a hold of something) and it was not in very deep water. As I looked, I noticed that it had a young man (a teen, maybe?). I ran to help, wading into waist-high water and a couple of other men on the beach came to help too. It was actually two men caught by the shark, but the shark didn’t have a hold of either of them, they were tangled up with some sort of surfboard with a rope attached, and the shark had bit down on the rope. We pulled them up onto the beach and the shark was pulled up too. We cut them loose from the ropes and the shark remained stranded on the beach, thrashing about.
I immediately turned to looking for Connor and Bella again. The beach was really crowded with panicked onlookers, so I tried to tell myself that they were both fine and I would find them; I was just overlooking them because there were so many people there.
Robert, hearing me screaming for Connor and Bella, started to swim back to shore. For some reason, I was not worried about him; I knew the sharks would leave him alone. The fear that something might have happened to Connor and Isabella was still swelling up in me.
I could feel myself starting to wake up, but I didn’t want to wake up from the dream with the two of them still missing. It felt too awful.
Then I guided the dream a bit and found the two of them playing in the sand higher up on the beach (behind the crowds of onlookers). They were building sand castles (but not very well.)
Thursday, 21 August 2008
Distressed Baby In Utero
I still have over 13 weeks to go, but I am so worried about going past my due date and having to be induced again and having to argue for it because they are always too busy to do the induction that I actually had a nightmare about it last night!
I had a dream that I was in the hospital and I was already a week past my due date by my dates (so it was Nov. 28th), and as usual my body was doing nothing and I could sense that the baby was in distress. But they refused to induce me because they wanted to push my dates back to Dec. 3rd, and because they already had scheduled three inductions for the day and never go over. And they refused to even bother to check on the baby to see if my feeling about him being in distress was a valid one.
I had a dream that I was in the hospital and I was already a week past my due date by my dates (so it was Nov. 28th), and as usual my body was doing nothing and I could sense that the baby was in distress. But they refused to induce me because they wanted to push my dates back to Dec. 3rd, and because they already had scheduled three inductions for the day and never go over. And they refused to even bother to check on the baby to see if my feeling about him being in distress was a valid one.
Wednesday, 2 August 2006
Nightmare About My Baby Dying
I woke up from one of the worst nightmares last night! In fact, it was so bad that I woke up because I was crying out loud.
I dreamed that I gave birth to the baby in a hospital that was haunted. The hauntings didn't seem very sinister, just helpful. One of the ghosts was a midwife who had passed away a few years ago - that kind of haunting.
Anyway, I started to have really bad back pain (this part of the dream was because my back really was hurting), so I left the baby with a midwife and went to find the doctor to see if she could prescribe anything for the pain. I found the doctor but she was busy and made me wait.
After what seemed like a long time of waiting, things started happening around me. First, the temperature dropped and it got very cold. Then a window nearby opened on its own. I started to get a very bad feeling about my baby and started running back to check on her. Just as I started running, windows started shattering everywhere and I knew the ghosts were warning me.
All the doctors in the hospital were watching a performance, and I had to drag one of them to come with me. They thought I was crazy and weren't believing me that my baby was in trouble. I got almost back to my room, when the ghost midwife stopped me shaking her head sadly, letting me know that my baby had died. I started screaming "No, no, no!" and that's what woke me up.
Apparently, Robert was having trouble sleeping last night and had gone downstairs. He popped back upstairs to ask me if that was Isabella he heard crying. I had to tell him it was me, because I had just had a really bad nightmare. He agreed it must have been really bad.
I dreamed that I gave birth to the baby in a hospital that was haunted. The hauntings didn't seem very sinister, just helpful. One of the ghosts was a midwife who had passed away a few years ago - that kind of haunting.
Anyway, I started to have really bad back pain (this part of the dream was because my back really was hurting), so I left the baby with a midwife and went to find the doctor to see if she could prescribe anything for the pain. I found the doctor but she was busy and made me wait.
After what seemed like a long time of waiting, things started happening around me. First, the temperature dropped and it got very cold. Then a window nearby opened on its own. I started to get a very bad feeling about my baby and started running back to check on her. Just as I started running, windows started shattering everywhere and I knew the ghosts were warning me.
All the doctors in the hospital were watching a performance, and I had to drag one of them to come with me. They thought I was crazy and weren't believing me that my baby was in trouble. I got almost back to my room, when the ghost midwife stopped me shaking her head sadly, letting me know that my baby had died. I started screaming "No, no, no!" and that's what woke me up.
Apparently, Robert was having trouble sleeping last night and had gone downstairs. He popped back upstairs to ask me if that was Isabella he heard crying. I had to tell him it was me, because I had just had a really bad nightmare. He agreed it must have been really bad.
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