In last nights dream I kept my sister in a dog crate on the floor with a food bowl just outside her reach. I sat in a very messy room eating a plate of food watching her paw at the bowl outside the crate. She tried to break out of the crate but I warned her that she would be hurt badly if she attempted to escape again. I planned on going over there to inflict a serious beating if she kicked the cage one more time. She calmed down and I finished my meal.
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I was on the floor in the far corner of the gym by myself. I was curled up, dying. As I lay there a small court session was held concerning human rights for women. I don’t know which rights were being argued for but what ever they were, all seemed lost. The lawyer who argued to the court sat discouraged until my sister asked for two minutes alone with the judge. When the two women emerged the judge went back to the bench and my sister left to sort and count a bucket of money. The money, presumed lost, had been recovered from some sort of town fundraiser. The judge made an announcement to the panel who immediately rendered a decision. The lawyer for the small group of women came up to me, held my head in her lap and said, “We did it. You’re going to be okay. We’re all going to be okay.” With that my head fell to the side and I died. I woke up after that.
This is the dream I woke from this morning.
My grandparents somehow booked Aerosmith to play in their basement at my private party. The prized Steven Tyler sang ‘Dream On’ while my friends went wild. Just as the song reached the first chorus, Milli Vanilli crashed the party and began singing ‘Girl You Know its True’. To make matters worse, a large dance group that accompanied Milli Vanilli began doing the macarena.
The dream started out with a girl in the 4th grade explaining to her class that the teacher was wrong about the complex math problem. She went to the board and began scribbling chalk and talking in a speedy, unintelligible frenzy about how wrong the teacher is and how she was justified in killing a student who agreed with the teacher. The rest of the class sat groggy and half paying attention as the super genius child pointed out how frail of mind everyone around her is and how she is held back by their incompetence. As she went on and on her classmates began to rouse from their eerie, inexplicable slumber only to vehemently complain about religious groups who visited the class and tried to convert them. “Dirty Mormons” and “Slick Jehovah’s Witnesses” and “Fiendish Catholics” all tried to give them a gospel they wanted no part of. The students were angry as they filed one by one out of the classroom, cursing God as they went.
Usually it takes a dream about trauma to leave me shaking and sick in the morning, but not so with dreams about elevators that don’t work properly, escalators running the wrong way and stairs that wind but never lead anywhere. I’ve had this particular dream 3 times in the last week and each time I wake feeling as if I can’t face the day.
The dream is simple, I’m in the elevator but the buttons don’t read correctly. I push floor 5 but end up on floor 8 or I push floor 7 and end up on floor 6. I then try to take the escalators to the top floor of the shopping mall but I end up on the wrong one. I fight each step to go against an escalator designed to go down. Eventually I hop off that and opt for the stairs. Once on the stairs I climb, climb and climb but never reach the top. The stair case winds tight, straight up. The stairs are a nasty color of drab yellow. The lighting matches the stairs. I’m by myself as I attempt to finish the never ending challenge.
I usually remember my dreams and I usually dream nightly but for about two weeks I didn’t have disturbed or stressful sleep. I’m not sure why sleep was better but it was, then it changed back to my usual brain vomit.
I had one dream where ants, beetles and meal worms all migrated across the floor then up my mother’s leg. They migrated in separate groups: ants in one group, beetles then worms all in a triangle that met at the point. From the tip of the triangle they traveled up my mother’s pant leg then turned into a rat. The black rat tore at her throat then jumped on me and started tearing at mine. I wrestled with it and tried to throw it off me. I woke punching the wall and screaming. The dog looked at me like I was out of my mind then got off the bed and went into his crate. The cat hasn’t slept with me since that night. I haven’t had a screaming, fighting dream in a good long time. I don’t think I’ve ever had one where insects turn to rats. I hope to never dream that again.
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had this dream three nights ago but I still have difficulty thinking about it. What comes to mind is how I tried to show people that something was wrong but no one listened. I tried to remove my sister and myself from danger but she was killed and I was trapped. Also of note is how I addressed my uncle and my sister by their proper names, something I hardly ever did. Everything else is pretty typical for my dreams. I woke with a sick feeling and a heavy feeling of loss as if my sister had actually died. Most of the time I’d rather I died in my dreams than my sister. She’s usually torn apart by something in some horribly, painful death with lots of screaming and in a way where there’s nothing at all I can do to stop it. I hate dreams like this.
—– Dream from August 28th, 2010 —–
The dream started out with our family having a cook out. The house was in the middle of a forest, it was huge on the outside but small on the inside. My uncle was outside with 7 of my cousins playing some sort of game but when I went to check on them later he had them paired up and taking milk shots off of their belly buttons. Each child was paired with another child and he had a little boy under him licking milk from his stomach. When I saw it I yelled to him to stop. I told him he was wrong. I called him by name so that the children knew I was talking to the uncle and not them.
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