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 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 8: A witch and a baby.

Well…

I was in my house and I was pregnant and another couple was there and I was having stomach pains and my husband (Jeff?) check my temperature and I had a fever so we called the doctor and apparently my baby was dead but then he did all these things to make it alive one of which was cut a hole below my left breast with a saw with no numbing but I didn’t end up feeling it.

Then my baby was still dead but I was convinced it was alive and my husband was going through all the things he could have done wrong to kill the baby and my mom and I were trying (silently?) to convince him he didn’t do anything wrong.

Then there was a witch and she was going to kill me and take my baby and she said I could destroy whatever I wanted in my house and there were certain things I could kill to get back at her and I tried to figure out the right things but I was having a hard time figuring it out, and then she told me to jump out a window and the left was something and the right was something so I jumped out of the right and I don’t know if that was the right one or not but then she was laughing. So then I had to watch as my husband came back and I was gone and it turns out he was planning with this witch (I think he was under a spell) and they were trying to rid my things of the house, and meanwhile he slowly forgot who I was.

The end.

Dream Post: 1

I’ve been having these dreams that are kind of crazy, and so I’ve decided to start keeping track of them. Here goes.

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Last night, I had a dream:

I was in my house (like my parent’s house) and there was a plane flying very low over the house. It came in for a crash landing in our backyard, and in the distance the highway appeared (even though there is no highway in our backyard.) I felt nervous, but the plane landed OK, so I was hopeful that the person was OK. I went out to the backyard, with my phone so I could call 911. So then, this old deranged man gets out of the plane, and starts shooting at my brother and I with a gun that shoots like a machine gun but is more like a rifle. (I obviously don’t know that much about guns.) So I freak out and start dodging behind trees. My parents come out and they are also dodging bullets, and I am trying to talk to 911, but they are not picking up, and also when they DO pick up, they are in India–because the calls are being outsourced. So I am like, “OK well can I talk to someone in the US?” and then I get disconnected. Meanwhile, night falls and my dad has locked the deranged old man in the computer room behind a table. I am still ON HOLD with 911, and when I finally get through to someone, magically there is a party raging at my house. (Like, what?) And so I am yelling that I am trying to get an ambulance out to my house to get this man (apparently he needed an ambulance) and they ambulance gets lost on the way out, so 911 and I are trying to map where the ambulance is. Then, the road in front of my house turns into a four-lane BUSY road (it is only two lanes, and NEVER busy) and the ambulance starts doing turns and doughnuts to get to my house, like they are having fun and don’t care that I need them to get this man. Meanwhile, this man wakes up, and is trying to get out from under the table. And the party is still raging on, and my parents are NOT concerned.

Then I woke up. WHAT?! And this isn’t even as weird as the time I had a dream regarding people who were representing different species of dogs.

Where does this come from? I think the following items contributed to the dream:

1. Jeff got his car stuck in the sand this weekend at the beach, and we had to call AAA to tow it, and I had no service on my phone while I was trying to call him. Meanwhile, every time I called I got put through to Michigan, where my cell phone’s number is from, instead of California, where we live.

2. I was reading “The World is Flat” by Thomas Friedman last night, which starts in India and discusses outsourcing.

3. I saw Slumdog Millionaire this weekend, which was set in India.

4. I called 911 this week when I saw a motorcycle accident, and I was put on hold.

5. I watched the tail end of The Matrix the other day.

6. The airplane crash into the Hudson river last week.

So great, I have a reason for parts of THIS dream. Hopefully the rest of them are that clear….