Ruesia's Dream Journal

Dream night of 4/8/14. Only fragments I can recall
I am planning on going to a little party with my friends. We are getting all glammed up for it. We're all students, so maybe its a college party. As we are getting ready to go, I notice a guy nearby and I recognize him and start to talk to him. He said he's going to the party too. I am thrilled. But, as we all get ready to go, he said he has something else to do. I am bummed! My friends are all heading off and I decide to stick behind with him. He pulls out papers and says he has to grade his english essays for his class. I tell him I am really great at reading and would love to help. We are laughing and joking together. His brother, Liam, shows up and helps us grade some more papers.
In this dream, the 'guy' was Chris Hemsworth. Nice.

I am at my denair house. There are friesians in the school field someone is grazing. Mitzy is out of her pen and roaming around and she has recently been shaved down for her summer coat. M is there. Its awkward.

Dream on night of 3.27.14

i was at my old house in cali on acreage. was trying to figure out how to haul my horses. thinking i can put apollo in the tiny paddock with his injury. wondering why i didnt think of that before. thinking i dont have to ship them if im already back here. then saw my hay trees and some stuff around the property and thought i can grab these when i drive back to texas.

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at a debate tournament. everyone is there i remember. we all filter in to this pure white room. only people wearing all white are allowed to come inside. for some reason, i am wearing an all white suit and have on white tights and heels. hair dyed white. face and skin painted white. not sure why. walk in and pull out my white mac laptop and start researching for the tournament while my team mates try to find enough white to get in. find my way to a seat and start talking to one of the other debaters. then theres some commotion and my dads band talon is there and they're going to play. but instead of them playing, a guy with an acoustic guitar is sitting there and starts playing and the speaker he has for his voice is cutting in and out. and one of talon band members tries to help him by messing with the cord. and then when its over, hes done singing, one of the girls next to me complains about how this is such a stupid distraction and cant they just leave and i say to her 'why dont u just walk over and smack him in the face then to get him to leave then?' and she gets mad at me.

woke up to the alarm. had trouble sleeping. woke up at 11:39 and couldn't go back to sleep for about an hour. wasnt feeling well.

Had this dream August 8, 2012. Woke up very overheated. I only remember the last dream portion.

For some reason, M and I needed to sublet our house because we were going to be moving. We were having an 'open house' of sorts. There was a family of 6 that came by to take a look. M was showing them around while I was making sure things were looking nice. I heard voices getting louder, so I wandered in to the back porch area and I heard the mother (an older, plump woman) saying she didn't appreciate my husband's tone. I walked in and tried to smooth things out, introducing myself. The older woman smiled and made a comment about how that's how people are supposed to be treated and then started asking me questions. She asked if the rent was $X per person, or total. I said that was total. She asked how many people had to live there for that rate. I said as long as the total rent was paid, it didn't matter. She turned to one of her family members and said "SEE!" Then, one of the sons (maybe in his 30's) walked up to me and held his hand out. I went to shake it, but he grabbed my hand and started mentioning how we'd AGREED to a reduced rent for his family. I tried to pull my hand away and said "No I never spoke with you about reduced rent" and he said "Its a hand shake! ITS A DEAL!" and his family started getting excited. I repeated that the rent was not reduced and that they misunderstood.

Then, one of the older brothers (late 30's, skinny, wearing a faded rock band shirt) said "Oh well then can we sell off the trailers to make up the difference?"

He was referring to some trailers we had on the property.

"No, those are our trailers. They'll be coming with us when we move."

The older brother scowled and said, "Not if I sell them. If I sell them, I get the money."

About that time, the landlord and M came back my way. The family was getting rowdy and I could tell this wasn't going to be a real deal, so I said I think it was time for them to leave. The landlord rushed in and shook her head.

"No no no! Why would we send these people away?"

I looked at the landlord and repeated "No, I REALLY think that its time for them to go."

We were walking them toward the exit, but then we were for some reason walking along a motel like setting. We were climbing down some steps and the older brother suddenly sawed away the steps. The landlord plummeted about 5 stories. M was next and he turned to look at me as the stairway fell from beneath him and I reached out to grab him, but he just looked in to my eyes and fell. I leapt back on to the landing and was trying to find a way down when I noticed one of the other family members (a younger boy, I assumed a younger cousin or nephew) was looking at me and grinning. I could tell he was going to push me. There was a ladder setup beside me (for painting the walls) so I grabbed it and put it between myself and the younger man. He started walking toward me, big strides, and I began to panic, looking for a way down without dropping 5 stories. As he got closer, I started to scream for help. He just kept walking and the metal hit his chest. He started pushing against me. I started to push the ladder and thrash and got one of the metal pieces to slip and it stabbed in to his eye. He just kept smiling and walking toward me as the metal beam sunk deeper in to his head.

I woke up. My brain felt like it was swollen and it was very hot.

Four dream fragments. Night of July 4, 2012. Our dog, L, went missing.

#1
L came home. We were all overjoyed and happy. I woke up. She was not there.

#2
I am at the Denair house. My parents and sister are there. I wake up in my bed and there is a man standing over me in the dark shadows. I scream and we are able to disable him and get his weapon away from him. We put a call into the police and tie him up in the kitchen area. As we are standing there, waiting for the police to show up, we hear a vehicle come down the drive. I look out and see an older model Honda with a black body and white hood. I realize that these are the thief's friends come to help him. We lock the doors to the kitchen (from the back porch and from the living area) and barracade ourselves in. The men get out of the car and walk over to us. I hide below the window sill in the floor, hoping they can't see me. One of the men bangs on the window with his fist *bang*bang*bang. I am blinded by terror. I wake up.

#3

L comes home but she's covered in red paint. We try to put her in the shower, but as we get her in there, I realize someone has been using the shower as a bathroom and there is feces everywhere. I try to get L out, there's red paint everywhere, it looks like blood is smeared on all of the walls. I don't remember the catalyst that woke me up this time

#4

I am riding in the car with Aunt L. She drives into an aircraft hangar and I tell her I don't think we're supposed to be there. She gets out and starts looking around. I keep asking to go. Then, a strange man with two younger girls appears from the back and asks what we're doing there. As he gets closer, he appears very alarmed and demands we don't move. I try to explain it was a misunderstanding and we'll leave and he tells us we won't be leaving. He tells us he's been looking for us for a long time now. That he saw us in Africa (South or West, I can't remember) and that he is going to finish the job. I try to escape, but he pulls a hand gun and points it at us. I tell him he can find my ID in my backpack- it will prove we're not from Africa. He insists we're demons from S/W Africa and points for us to go down some stairs into a basement. I know we will go there to die and I try to resist. I end up making a run for it and he follows us. I break out of the hangar on to a military base and dive behind a planter. He stands there, with his gun on my Aunt L. and I am so fearful. Some military personal appear and I tell them that this man is holding is captive. They go out and try to talk to him. He surrenders, but for some reason, the man at the top of a watch tower fires his automatic weapon. *ching*ching*ching*ching*ching*ching* I am scared to death by that noise. I dive back down. I wake up

I've been waking up nearly every hour because of a horrific dream that bursts through. Its not pleasant. Loud noises seem to be the trigger in the dreams. I am not as aware/lucid in these derams anymore. They control me.

I had this dream during a nap on June 17, 2012

I was somewhere colder-- there were pine trees all around. We were at a bay. I had been here before, in another dream. We were walking along the piers and I saw orcas swimming in the surf. The water was dark and blue. Cold.

However, we then decided to go in to the water. Somehow, I could breath/hold my breath under water. My uncle T was there and other individuals. We were traveling alongside the ocean floor. There were many sharks. We had to swim around them. As the water was cold, they were slow and seemed sluggish. They were swimming in groups. Someone got attacked by one and we just shook our heads and kept swimming alongside the ocean floor. We were almost walking, it seemed.

We reached a structure under water, like old ruins. We entered and we avoided some sharks. It almost seemed like a video game. You 'successfully completed' each room/corridor. We then got to a corridor and I was the first to try to enter. I looked up (as we would acsend the structure) and there was a large jellyfish. I immediately backed up and tried to yell to the others that there was a jellyfish there.

Everytime I opened my mouth to talk, I found myself losing oxygen and drinking in water. I was drowning and trying to mouth "JELLYFISH' to my dad, that was there. I kept choking on the water.

I woke up choking, unable to breath.

Dreamt night of May 14, 2012. Several dream fragments.

I am in my grandparents' old barn. The hay is stacked up high to the window. It is dark out, but there are dim lights in the barn. Then, I begin to see the undead trickling in. I am high up on the hay, and feel safer than being on the ground, but I am still alarmed. I notice some shuffling around the loft. I see people darting inside. I ask them what they're doing. They said they're going to wait out the apocolypse inside. Zombies are slowly crawling up through the hay, up the stairs, so I climb over to the loft and demand to get inside. After all, it isn't THEIR loft, it belongs to my grandfather. They oblige. They have yellow ropes strung around the loft. I wonder what they're for. The loft is small, things are crammed in, and it is much shorter than I remember it being inside. The leader, a man with dark eyes and hair, looks out and mentions that their friend is coming up the stairs. But, the undead are upon that friend and I scream that we must close the door before they get inside. The leader is frantic, but agrees as his friend's scream chill the air. He and a few other men start to yank on the yellow ropes. I brace myself. The loft slides off of the support beams and drops down toward the ground. I prepare for a crash landing, not sure what purpose this served. However, the ropes hold and the loft sways back and forth in the middle of the barn. The men clamber inside the now hanging building and we settle in. We are going to wait out the zombie apocolypse inside this loft.

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I am at my grandparents' ranch. There are many guests over. I am sleeping in a fifth wheel trailer, but I need to take a shower. The shower isn't that amazing in a trailer, so I grab my things and walk toward the house. I get inside, but the shower is broken. Water dribbles out of the wall. I need to get ready, because we are having a big event there later. It is morning time.

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People are gathered around. It is dark, there is cloud cover. Dalley is apprehensive with all the commotion breaks loose from the paddock by the cabin. She is running around. I try to catch her. I finally do and she goes back into the paddock, but then Pete is there and I am trying to get a halter off of him, but he keeps throwing his head.

Had this dream night of April 22, 2012. Broken into 3 parts

#1
The family was gathered. We were all staying at a hotel. My paternal family. The hotel rooms all fanned around a courtyard area where the kitchen was. The rooms were tiny, quaint, and had wicker furniture. My room didn't have a shower, so I had to go into the kitchen area to use their's. I was getting ready for the day (we were all going somewhere) but I couldn't find M. I looked out the window and saw him getting into an older pickup and driving away. I was very angry-- he was supposed to be here with me. I continued to get ready, but was very mad. M came back and I asked where he had gone. He pretended he didn't know what I was talking about.

#2
Still with the paternal family members. We are out and about now. For some reason, we stop by the shelter. I remember I am worried about Zoser. One of the drivers said the just picked up a DOA on the road. I ask to see the card. It is a tabby found in the area my parents live. I am very upset. I ask to see the body. They tell me it was badly decomposed. I insist. They pull a half-rotten body out of the truck on a tray. As I step closer, I notice that the eye blinks. I am startled. The smell of death is strong. Someone starts to pet the corpse. I whisper "Zoser" and the cat looks up. It has no hair, it is only flesh and decay. Its eyes are the right color, though. I reach forward and pet its head and then repeat "Zoser?" The corpse stands up and rubs against my hand. I burst into tears. I want to hug him, but I know he is dead and that I am imagining him.

#3
The family is all together again. We are on the coast. I am mad at everyone so I am walking around downtown. As I'm walking, I see Alan Rickman, the actor that played Snape. I am very curious, so I follow him. He is walking around the shopping areas, browsing, it appears. At one point, he notices me and acknowledges me. I continue to follow him around. I realize I've left my purse at one of the stores. I don't want to lose Snape, but I also don't want to lose my purse. I break apart from him and return to the store and claim my purse. I am surprised that no one took all of my money and credit cards out. I then begin to search for Snape again. In my dream, his name is Craig (not Alan Rickman). I begin to yell out "Craig? Craig?!" I am working my way around the stores and then I hear an irritated "Yes?" in reply to my calls and I find him. I stick with him. He tells me he got a call- an offer to do a show. He is going. He asks if I want to come. I tell him yes. We get into a car and begin the trip. It is going to be a 9 hour drive. I realize he hasn't slept in hours. I insist that he sleeps, but he says he is alright. He doesn't sleep anymore. I am concerned, but I just sit back and relax while he drives.

Dreamt night of April 1, 2012. Dream fragments-- woke up a few times.

Pt.1

I am at some sort of camp. There are younger men and women (in their twenties). It is an academic group. It is our last day and I am getting ready. I walk in to my room and notice that there is a woman in the hot tub on my balcony. I am upset and ask her to leave. She is one of my room mates (we're in a suite style room) and she complains that I'm the only one with the hot tub. I just continue to pack my things and get ready and ignoreher.

Pt. 2

I am with a younger man (in his twenties). We are riding horses through the woods. We come to a fenceline and he jumps it. He then begins to fashion some sort of device. We are on a mission, I realize. Whatever he is using develops some sort of portal. Our horses spook and he goes running toward the opening. A fierce wind picks up. The trees begin to "bow" toward the portal, their trunks bending and their branches laying across the ground like arms. I am trying to hold on to something as the portal widens and the wind intensifies. It is like a vaccuum.

Pt. 3

I am in the city. It is darker out. I am visiting family. However, I realize I didn't lock my car and go down to do so. When I do, I see my door open and black men inside, tearing out my valuables. I run up and yell, and they ignore me. I grab my laptop and iPad and wrestle a few minutes over it with another would-be thief. I am devastated. They took all of my valuables. I set the only things I have left, my iPad and laptop, on the trunk of my car. I am very upset, my family is standing around, and my father convinces me that we can go looking for my lost items. I agree. However as we're walking along I wonder if someone grabbed my laptop and iPad off the trunk of my car. I call my mother and ask if anyone grabbed my things. She says no. I am furious. I start running back, and see that my things are gone.

Dreamt on night of 3/21/12. Two part dream

Im in a city- it looks like East LA or Brooklyn type. Sitting on cement steps in front of a hospital. M is in there. He did something stupid to get there, not sure what. My coworkers are sitting there with me, but they're my friends- they're there with me to support me. They're joking around and I am irritated because of M's predicament.

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I am on a property somewhere-- near the foothills. There are a lot of trees. It is dry and in the earlier morning, maybe 7 am. The sun is just starting to filter through the treeline. There is a group of people. We are all being ushered through these buildings, through these rooms. They are open rooms- its like a tradeshow with a big covered platform overhead. Like covered arenas.

As we're walking, the boy/man next to me starts to talk to me. I ignore him. I'm just here for the event. He continues talking to me. He is mesmerized by me. I am irritated with him. He is younger and seems foolish. He is scrawny, not very muscular. He has dark hair and dark eyes. I've never seen anyone that looked like him before. He reminds me of an adolescent without any clear idea of what life is about.

As we're walking along, we enter a room and there's a booth. You fill out a slip of paper- maybe you'll win a prize. This boy tries to kiss me. The vendor lady, an older woman, laughs and sighs as if she knows how this goes. I am appalled that this stranger kissed me and I try to get away from him, hide myself in the line. But its no good.

A few hours have passed. Everyone is milling in a dining area. There's a live band. The tables and chairs are a dark, stained oak. The room is elegant with tall windows that stretch the length of the wall with very tall ceilings. There are beautiful flower arrangements on the table. The walls are dark. It reminds of a stuffy, formal affair. Not my taste.

The table I'm sitting at has only one other chair left (there should have been maybe 5 or 6), and then someone asks if they can take it. I'm all alone at my table. I see the boy/man walk in to the room. He sees me. I try to avoid his eyes, but I am slightly glad to see him. Everyone else has been ignoring me, refusing to sit near me. At least he is nice.

Everyone is listening to the music. The boy motions for me to come outside with him. The crowd is making me nervous anyways so I do. We walk out under the covered arena. The boy tells me how in love with me he is. Asks me what he can do to make me love him. I don't know what to say. I already have another love. I am happy. But I am alone now, and feeling very vulnerable. I hug the boy and he hugs me back-- he is so happy.

The time has passed. I haven't seen the boy in awhile. I am sad. I come looking for him. Other people are looking for him. They're mad at him. And I know why.

I find him first, scream for him to run away. He sees me and his face is dark. He is sad. He isn't happy. The light isn't in his eyes. He comes to me and I feel the weight in his shoulders as I grab him before he falls.

We're in a dark room together. There are medical supplies on the table. There is our baby. But its an alien of sorts-- the torso is human, but the lower part of its body is a thick, dark tail that resembles a grub. The boy is sad. The doctors tried to perform surgery to help the infant-- they even tried to take the slug-like tail off, but it was too late. The infant died. I am sad but the boy is sadder. This is his baby, more than it is mine. Post-mortem, he cuts down the tail and it reveals two fragile little legs-- the baby looks normal. He is overcome with grief. We sit there and I am not sure what to do. I am not feeling the sadness he is. But I feel sadness for him, and somehow for our child.

But there is hope. A nurse brings in two more hatchlings. I guess that's what they are, because I did not give birth to them. I don't even remember conceiving them (at least not in my dream). I see hope in the boys eye as he carefully picks up one of the babies. I watch the nurse grab the other. These are not normal sized infants-- they are the size of a newborn puppy. You could hold them in your cupped hands.

They both grab scalpels, to cut away the grub tail. I am nervous-- I know that if we keep the tail intact, the baby will die eventually. But if we try to remove it, the baby might die immediately. I almost turn away as they begin. I am apprehensive.

They both begin making the incision. Because the tail is superficial (not needed) it does not bleed. It is almost like a cocoon, but it won't be removed on its own, we need to help. Its just knowing where to cut.

The boy nearly collapses and I hear air escape him. I fear the worst and rush to his side. He is leaning over the table, his head down. He is crying. I rest my hands on his shoulders, I try to comfort him. But then I see the infant squirming, its legs free of the tail. I am ecstatic. I hug the boy and he turns and hugs me. He is crying tears of joy.

I then hear the nurse exclaim. We both turn and she is holding up the other baby-- she is alive too. Her legs are squirming. They look weak and aren't as healthy as her upper body, but she's alive. BOTH are alive. I realize the other baby is a boy and I continue to hug their father. It wasn't what I expected or wanted, but I am happy that we are alive and that he is happy. I look forward to being with him-- I realize how happy he makes me.

Dreamt night of January 31, 2012. A few scattered dreams.

I have a new job at the school district. However, another coworker from my previous job also works here. There is a sneaking suspicion that someone is trying to harm the office. A young boy comes in for an innoculation and my previous coworker gives me the needle to do it. I am very concerned that I don't know how to give vaccines, but I do it anyways. As I am putting the needle into the sharps container, I overhear my new boss telling my coworker "Why did you have her do that? You know that's not her job". The coworker replied snidely, "I know. But I thought it would be funny."

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I am at the house in Denair. M and I are living there. It is foggy out. Night time. We hear a car driving by, which is unusual as we are on a dead end road. I look out the window and see it is an ambulance. I wonder what is going on. The lights are on, not even the headlights. I tell M something is wrong and he looks out too. When he looks out, its no longer an ambulance but a yellow, older model van. Almost like a VW bus. It just keeps driving up and down the drive, zig-zagging. The driver appears to be intoxicated.

M decides he wants to go investigate. I plead for him to stay inside. We can call the police to handle this. He decides he will get in his truck. I follow along. However, somehow, the truck turns into another late model van- this one a dark orange color. Beat up. We sit in it and watch the other van continue to jerk around the road, stopping, going, turning.

M pulls our van forward and follows the other. I see there is an older man driving- he appears to be homeless or incredibly impoverished. He has long, silver hair and a beard and is wearing a too-big jacket. As we're following the other van down the road, back toward the through-way, the yellow van suddenly increases speed and crashes into the fenceline. The impact is so fierce that it causes the van to roll.

I know I need to call the police so I dial 9-1-1. I hear my grandfather answer on the other line, sleepy, asking what's going on. I look at my phone and see it dialed the wrong number. I tell him that I am trying to reach the police and keep shouting "I'll call you later, I have to go!" When I try to dial 9-1-1 again, it calls an old high school friend that I haven't talked to in ages. I hang up my phone, frustrated. I then begin to lock all of the doors on the van. The sliding door. The two back doors. They're hard to lock, you have to push down the metal tab.

We watch the homeless looking man crawl out of his van. He walks over to the dog fence. The dog comes walking up and he begins to kick the fence, yelling. M honks the horn on our van to get his attention. I tell him not to. The homeless man turns and looks at our van. He starts to walk over. I am in the back of our van, near the back doors, and watch in horror as the homeless man walks toward us.

"LOCK THE DOOR! LOCK THE DOOR!" I am screaming at M. "LOOK! LOOK! LOCK THE DOOR!" My voice is shrill, but M isn't looking. He is just sitting there, looking the opposite direction.

The homeless man opens the door to the van and points at M. I hear a loud crack. The man yells something, I don't remember what, then turns to me and I see a gun. He shoots, the bullet hits my neck, and I just drop in the back of the van.

I woke up. It was 4:00 am

I had this dream the night of 1/28/12.

I am on a ship. Military personnel all around me. We are arriving somewhere. I get the feeling that I have reached my destination. Somehow, I know I am part of the crew. I am recently signed on. I am telling someone this. The ship docks. The metal is cold. Wet. Army green.

We step out onto a dock. The cement slabs are cold. Wet. There is mist in the air. I cannot see beyond the dock. There is nowhere to go but the dock or back to the ship. There are workers milling at the end of the way. They look solemn. I know I must go down there. My assignment awaits me.

To the right, there are large containers in the ground. Square. Maybe 10x10 in size and at least 10 feet deep. To the left there is a shed. More of a shack. Wooden. There are plastic drapes covering the entrance. The shack is set on a slab of concrete, maybe 3 feet off the ground.

I see people putting on gloves. I smell a stench. A powerful perfume. Slightly sweet, yet incredibly putrid. I know this smell. It is the smell of death. As I near the containers, I see dark, red jelly inside. Workers are climbing down into the vats-- covered in the gelatounous goop. One young man with glasses starts to gag as he reaches into the material.

A younger, gruff woman stands next to me. I know she is the 'boss' of sorts. I will be working with her today. She is barking out orders. She is handing out plastic bags. Body bags. She indicates I can either fish through the remains vat or inventory the bodies. The second vat (closest to me) has piles of bodies mixed with the jelly. Smeared in the cold, crimson slime.

I hold my breath and know this is my fate. This is what I will do. I help her fish a body out. I avoid having to go into the tank. It is a young woman. We wipe off the bloody mess on her body and lay her out on the body sheet. I start to inventory her things- she is wearing a white shirt, brown pants. No shoes. Her body is swollen. Her face is blue. Her skin is cold and her body has long since stiffened. I try to mentally turn my mind off- just do my job. I try not to vomit.

After we inventory some bodies, I walk over to the 'parts' tank. Its just bits and pieces of human remains. We have to inventory them too. I pull out an eyeball. As I do so, someone in the tank falls and I get blood and organs splattered up onto my face. There is a piece of flesh clinging to hair on my forehead. I try to wipe my face and my sleeve gets covered in the dark jelly. I try not to think about it. I walk the eyeball over to the shack and throw it into one of the boxes. I check off the item. I am bewildered. I do not want to be here. What have I done to be in this horrible place?

I reach back into the vat of body parts. I pull out a bracelet-- it comes off what little flesh is left on a bone. I wipe off the blood and tissue and try to discern what the bracelent means. It is a metal badge with a strange symbol on a leather strap. I bring it to my 'boss'. She says just to inventory it.

I am so disgusted. So horrified. My mind cannot fathom what I am doing. These bodies. Piles of them. The cold, red gelatin in the tanks. Where are these bodies coming from? Why are we stockpiling them? What am I doing here?

Dreamt Monday 1/9/12. I only remember fragments

I had a group of sea animals as friends. I could talk to them. But, somehow, someone stole my seal. He was a harp seal, speckled and fat. He was just an adolescent, shifting from a white fluffy infant into a slick, black adult. Someone wanted him for his pelt. I was panicked, trying to find him. I knew what demise he would meet if I couldn't save him.

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I was in the ship with him-- my spirit, not my body. It was filled with ice to keep him comfortable. My other sea creature friends had found him. There was a large whale beneath the ship. He vowed to save my seal. He rammed the freighter with his powerful body. Part of the hull burst and water came crashing in. My seal just sat there, waiting for the ship to sink so he could escape. Somehow I could communicate telepathically with my sea creature friends and I told the whale to not let the ship sink completely, because I didn't know where they were. To bring the ship into port so I could save my seal.

I got into my car and drove to the nearest port. I "knew" it was Alaska or Canada-- the Northern area. I acted like I was waiting for a shipment. One of the port workers began to question me and I indicated I was waiting for an oil shipment.

My whale friend let me know he was close. In my mind, I saw my seal pup frolicking in the ship. I knew the whale was carrying the half-sunken ship on his back into the port. However, for some reason, I lost my connection with my friends at that moment. I frantically began to look around the port.

No ship came in. I was afraid. Worried. I couldn't contact my friends and I did not see the ship. The icy water was black and churning with malice. I could only imagine something had happened and my poor seal and his friends; downed by a loose wire or net on the sea floor by the port.

It had been quite awhile that I waited and I began to retreat to my vehicle. As I walked by a little docking section, I noticed some children laughing. I looked down and saw some adolescent seals playing in the water. I ran to the dock and searched the waters. I couldn't hear or call to my friend. Suddenly, I saw my seal. He was there!

I called out to him. He saw me and leapt up on to the dock. I began to sob uncontrollably as I hugged his icy, wet body. Most of his white fur had shed but he still had a thick, white line running diagonally across his forehead. This is how I recognized him. For some reason, I couldn't talk to him anymore telepathically, but that didn't matter. He was home.

Dreamt Saturday 1/7/12

It was morning. Still dark. It was cold. M and I were getting ready. The dogs were barking. I thought this was strange, since we lived on a dirt road. I saw headlights coming down the road. A car pulled in to our drive. There was a "Papa Johns" pizza sign on the car. I thought to myself, "They must be lost." I continued getting ready, curiously watching. M didn't seem concerned. I saw a man get out of the car (no more than a boy really) carrying a pizza bag. I held my breath and watched him walk to our front door. He didn't knock. He stood there. I was in the hall now, watching the door. I saw the knob turn. My stomach lurched. I whispered to M, "He's coming in..." In horror I slunk back in to the back room with M and we listened to the man creep into the house. I heard the car door open and shut and another set of feet on the gravel in the front.

It wasn't but 5 seconds until he found us, but it felt like an eternity of waiting. He had a maniacal grin on his face and he muttered to us, "You won't be leaving this house alive." Somehow I knew that the bag he held didn't contain a pizza pie, but instead tools to hack us to bits.

I immediately began searching for something to strike him with. I saw a younger woman enter the house as well. M had an axe in his hand and he began to fight with the man. I grabbed a lunge whip and hit the girl in the face. I was screaming at her; at them. When she went to scream back, I took the whip and shoved it in her mouth, then kept pushing until it was guided down her throat. She was choking and I was shoving her out of the house. M was closer to the door and I screamed for him. I ran out and started to climb up the side of the house toward the roof. The girl followed me. I turned around and rammed my right thumb into her eyeball. Blood spurt out and I just kept pushing as she screamed in a shrill voice of panic. I then kicked her down and started screaming for M to follow me.

He and the man were out in the yard. M held the axe, waiting for the stranger to take the first step. I started crying for help. "PLEASE! HELP US! WE'RE BEING ATTACKED! PLEASE HELP US!!!" Dawn was breaking and I looked at the neighbors' homes. They were quiet; peaceful. They looked like no one was home. I continued to panic. M finally knocked the strange man down with the axe, then clambered up on the roof beside me and we held off the would-be invaders from getting up on the roof.

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Next thing I remember is the police pushing the two attackers into a police car. The neighbors were around us, asking if we were okay. I was dazed and confused. Uncle Les was there- he was telling me something. I can't remember what.

I had this dream sometime in August 2011

I am in an older town. East coast, maybe. The roads are cobblestones, the trees are large and mossy. It is maybe autumn, just moving into winter. I am in a tiny house, but pretty, wood floors. I see my ex outside. He is walking toward the door. I am panicking. I rush to start piling things in front of the door. Big hutches and the couch. I try to shut the wooden blinds and appear as if I'm not there. I'm aware that he has a gun and that he can shoot through the house. I am aware that the streets are quiet and that I am alone-- no one would hear me scream.

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I am down the street, in a pub. M is there. He is drinking with friends. I am uncomfortable. I peer outside- it is dusk and cold. I want to go home. Badly. M finally decides its time to go well past midnight. We are walking down the road and he is obviously intoxicated. I am mad, but still afraid and not feeling secure.

Out of the darkness walks my ex. He is speaking and M doesn't really care, he laughs. I know that my ex is evil- he will do anything at any time. M staggers towards my ex, who replies my grabbing him and throwing him to the ground. It happened so fast, but M is bleeding from the throat and I am screaming and my ex turns towards me. I'm next.

I had this dream the night of September 7, 2011

I'm in a smaller town. The center of the city. Some sort of gathering or maybe just a very social community. I have the feeling someone is watching me. There is a large man (at least 400 lbs) that is watching me. I am disturbed by his out of place presence. He is wearing a plain tshirts and pull-on shorts. He can't be more than thirty with a bowl haircut shaping his dark brown locks. He isn't clean shaven- has a few days of growth.

Suddenly, his eyes are alive and he is sprinting (or as best he can run) toward me, arms outstretched, the devil in his pupils. I am horribly frightened and begin to run, hiding. But he can grab me and get at me. I run up to an older gentleman (in his 70's or so) who is leaning against his older pickup. I tell him I'm being chased- that I need to be saved from this strange man. He doesn't mind, acts as if I'm not there, like it doesn't matter. I run madly between the parked cars, trying to escape, not sure how I will get away.


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I am at a debate tournament. We are sitting a room and I am debating a certain topic. We discuss it in depth. Then we break and I walk out to my car. I drive to my house, which is in Denair. I chat with my family, then I realize its time to go back to the tournament. I get in my car and as I am pulling out of the gravel driveway I notice people-- lots of them. Staggering around. I make sure my doors are locked and as I pull onto the street, my car struggles to accelerate. I keep pumping the gas pedal and watch as these staggering people come into focus. Their faces are mishapen and their eyes are piercing white with blood red pupils. I realize they are walking dead (zombies) and I begin to panic, but am safe and secure that my car will take me away.

However, my car fails and I find myself in a field. It is empty except for a few large bushes bordering a walkway to the farm house. I rush to hide in the bushes and turn to see another girl frantically trying to crouch between the bushes. We acknowledge each other, she tells me something about this outbreak. I then feel something pulling at my leg and see an undead person trying to grab me. I scream and start running down the drive, painfully aware I can't outrun them all.

I then notice two men riding very LARGE tractors. They are older and smiling. They see me and I run up to them. They ask if I'm infected and I say no. One man lets me climb onto his tractor. It is so tall the undead can't reach up. However, I'm sitting on the nose of the tractor and out of nowhere, a rabid blue merle queensland heeler leaps up and grabs at my arm. It misses, but is up on the tractor. I screech and try to throw it down. But to no avail. It finally sinks its teeth into my hand and the tractor driver tells me to get off. I oblige and step down, the dog dangling from my hand.

I need to get to that tournament. The dog is gone, my hand is fine, and I walk the rest of the way to the school grounds. When I arrive, there are few people that stayed. I walk into my room and the judge is packing her things, saying she can't stay here, that she has to get away. I sit down and am deseperately confused. What do I do? I turn to see me sister(yet it wasn't my sister) undead in the hallway. I am so numb I can't even react. I run down the hall and lock myself in a little bathroom. The door is thin so I know they can ram through it. I am leaning against the door, looking at the fogged glass that is thankfully small enough that no one can break through it and squeeze in. I lean there, panicking and wondering how I am going to survive in this bathroom. And somehow I make it through the night and I wake to find myself intact, but am aware of moaning and grumbling of the undead in the hallway. I hear my sister singing to herself. Eerily. I ponder how I could eat soap or whatever there was in the bathroom to make it through the duration. I illogically have hope for myself.

Then I'm outside my body- looking down on myself. I see an undead man walk up to the door. He is wearing a nice shirt and tie (or once nice, now they are bloody and dirty). He tightens his tie up and brushes his shirt before gently knocking on the door. I (myself in the room) don't even think- I (she) just answers the door. Because thats proper manners. The man screams like a wild, terrifying banshee and rushes in, knocking me down and sinking his teeth into me (her).

I woke up.

Interestingly, the dream about zombies came out of nowhere. I told M about it, and he said he had been reading about a zombie game last night. Curious.