Dream Post 15: Eyeball.

Guys, I am having more gruesome dreams, I apologize. Most of the time, I wake up and think, “Eww I can’t post that, they will think I am a freak.” But this one was weird and I hated it, and I have to share simply to lessen the grossness.

I had a dream:

I was at a party with Jeff and a bunch of my friends, and it was late at night. I was in the bathroom, and I looked in the mirror and realized my eye was hurting. I looked in the mirror, and it turns out my eyeball was rotting. There was a giant hole in it, and you could see inside my eyeball, and it was bloody and gushy. (I realize this is impossible, and that your eyeball does not rot, because it’s not skin. But it was rotted, none the less.) It was still chilling it the socket, just rotting away. I was astounded, and I ran to Jeff and showed him my eye. He was like, “Well I guess we should go to the Emergency Room.” So off we went. But on the way, we kept running into situations that did not allow us to get anywhere. For instance, we didn’t fit in the car, for some reason, and then other people like my mom wanted to see my eye, and then the road didn’t allow for our car to pass. My mom said “It looks like there is a bubble in there” and out popped 2 old contacts, as though I just had forgotten to take them out and kept layering them on my eye. We still couldn’t get to the hospital, and no one thought to call an ambulance. The whole time I was hoping that someone would realize how important this was, and I was terrified because this was the first emergency medical care I needed.

Then I woke up.

Dream Post 14: Phones

I had a dream:

I was getting my new phone (my contract is up in July) and I was signing paperwork, and when I looked at what I had been given, I realized it was the same phone I already had in another color! But I had already signed, so I couldn’t get a new one.

ALSO yesterday I had a Déjà vu that lasted for about 1 minute. It was weird! It was during a phone call, and I knew everything the women was going to say to me BEFORE she said it. Very strange.

Dream Post 13: Lifting a car

I had a dream:

I was in Jeff’s car, driving, and he was there, too. We were getting off a highway and onto an on-ramp, when I noticed the accelarator wasn’t working and we could only go 40 mph. There was a lot of traffic on the off-ramp, and I was worried I’d add to it by going slowly (I don’t know why this made logical sense) and so I got out of the car, with Jeff, and lifted the car to carry down the ramp. Then the ramp turned into a very steep staircase, but the kind that have no backs to the stairs, basically a cross between a staircase and a ladder. I was walking down it, carrying the car, and there were tons of people around, standing on each step/rung waiting their turn, like they were in traffic. I excused myself and cut them, because I was worried I wouldn’t be able to stop, and then I knocked a kid down a few steps by accident. So I lifted him up and threw him up to where he was before, and then kept going, all the while holding my car.

Then I woke up.

Dream Post 12: Crashing Becca's car

So I had a dream the night before Cor called me to let me know she had crashed into the curb:

I was driving Becca’s car, and it was night time. There were children running around, and suddenly one ran straight in front of me so I swerved. I must have been going very fast, though, so I went up on the curb and flipped the car (she drives a large white SUV.) I ended up getting out, and the police came, and I tried to ask them to help me, but they didn’t believe I was the driver of the car for some reason, and kept telling me there was no child that had been in the road. I kept looking back at the car, and I knew I was hurt, but no one would help me because they thought I was lying.

Then, I woke up.

Dream Post 11: A short one, about the good old J.C.

I had a dream last night.

I was in a church, and everyone was very silent. Each pew had a coffin, that was up on the pew’s edge. Everyone was leaning toward their own coffin, and it was supposed to symbolize the fact that Jesus had died for everyone’s sins. So apparently each coffin was supposed to remind everyone that God was great.

I remember vividly, as well, that I was on the right hand of the church walking down the aisle to the front of the church.

My dreams are getting shorter, lately. I wonder what that means?