Morning of December 24, 2014. Wednesday.
My family and I are living in an unknown location which at one point is similar to the house on Stadcor Street but mirror-imaged. There is a part where we had apparently been growing beans near the back porch. There is a concern that not all of them had been used in meals. There are a only a few big pods left, but seem a bit damaged and “too old” for usage in a proper meal. There is a thought of soon having a lot more bean plants (of different types) growing in the yard (as they are easy to grow).
At one point, my brother Jim appears. I am aware that he had died (as in real life) yet I still approach him cheerfully. At first though, there is an idea that it may be someone else walking away from our house (though I do not recall any prior scene involving him). He appears to be only in his thirties and seems happy when he turns around to see me. He has several old books on computers as well as at least one book about postage stamps (which is mostly about identifying old and rare stamps, it seems). I talk to him about how much computer technology has changed. However, I say a couple things that are not actually true. I say how hard drives are no longer formatted by the end user, but of course in reality they still are. I also say how directories (folders) are no longer used, which is also not really true. Intending to look through one of the computer books, I instead find myself looking through the book about stamps and mostly notice images of very old stamps (about three or four larger images per page) that each are of one color and are Iranian in appearance - seemingly from the late 1880s and such, but there are a lot of fictional horizontally rectangular ones, including many with mostly just calligraphy art in simple patterns. The overall detail in this part of my dream is very well-rendered. I still find it interesting how the mind can create such precise imagery without distortion.
At one point near the last section of my dream, it seems there is a medical problem present within my family. I also eventually have similar symptoms of speckles of blood in a few locations on my arms and stomach. It turns out to have been caused by a larger swarm of drain flies (a bit bigger than in reality, but not by much), which come in through an open window. One gets me on the left arm near my elbow. I am annoyed at this point, but actually feel better about the “explanation” of the earlier symptoms - which are not really related to an internal problem (or the body’s organs or systems) as was originally thought. In reality, I have rarely seen this type of fly, and they do not actually bite as far as I know. Also in reality, it likely only relates to heat rash, as this is the hottest part of the year in Australia, though it could also be a typical play on “time flies” and time “down the drain” (relative to how quickly the holidays come and go - though I do not really have present negative associations with holidays).
I am in a hospital and i have a very bad cough i am also struggling to breathe and it feels awfull. I am standing up and have to lean over as i start coughing prefusely, i can't get my breath and my chest feels so tight. I begin to dribble as i cough and to be fair i couldnt give a shit who see's me dribbling and spitting A nurse comes over to me and says "here use this" she puts an oxygen mask on my face and i feel like i can breathe again, she says "it's an inhaler, it will help!" I feel alot better and she takes the mask from me and tells me to go and get a shower before going to bed, she then leaves. I walk forward and i see a big room infront of me it's like a hospital ward. I look to my right and a little behind me and there is a small room, i see a shower cubicle and it has a red triangular bar next to it like something for an elderly or disabled person to hold onto. I look again in the ward, double checking to see if there are anymore showers but i can't see any. I turn back to look for the nurse behind me and she is standing there watching me, I point to the shower cubicle and say "that one there?" she says "yes" while nodding her head and smiling to me. I walk towards the cubicle ((dream skip)) I am in a place like a massive empty room, there is only 1 bed in here and it is placed up against the wall. I am sitting up in bed and have the blankets over me, it's a grey blanket, a nurse is sitting on the bed with me, she is wearing normal clothes, she is really friendly and i remember feeling a closeness to her, like she was very motherly towards me and very caring towards me. I felt as if i knew her. We are talking and i feel a little poorly again and seem to be struggling a little again with my breathing, she tells me to take the inhaler again but says " next time you need it i can't give it to you because we aren't allowed inhalers in this hospital" In my dream I am my daughters sister and i say something about her boyfriend, the nurse says something which i can't remember but she thinks my daughters boyfriend is my boyfriend, I am shocked at this and say " he's not my boyfriend he's L's" As i am talking to the nurse i see a few tiny flies on my bed, the nurse looks and says "where have these come from?" i say " i don't know" She carries on talking to me and i begin to see more of the flies appear, i look at the nurse and i see 1 running around really quickly in the middle of her fore head and i think "can't she feel that?" I shout out to her "ON YOUR HEAD!!!" She flaps about and gets off the bed trying to shake them off her. I panick and think " i have to get out of the bed, there are probably loads of them in here crawling about on me!" I pull the covers off me which are covered with flies and i see flies running all over my legs.. I have blue leggins on and they are covered in these tiny little fly things, i jump up and shake and furiously shake them off me, suddenly i am covered with them again ((at this point i actually wonder to myself how this is possible)) i again wipe them all off me. A male doctor comes to me and says something to me about having to move to another hospital, then i wake up.
I am in the bus station and i'm wandering what bus to catch. I see the bus that i need and get on it, it's packed. ((everytime i get on a bus in my dreams it's always packed)) I am sitting at the front of the bus, i am talking to an elderly gentleman and a younger person. Our bus is waiting to go but there is another bus infront of us, our bus pulls up close to the other bus so that the front of ours touches the back of the one infront, I think to myself "I dont like being this close" The bus infront has to quickly reverse for some reason, our bus then reverses, I wandering whats going on and know that there is a panick for some reason. As we reverse the bus infront of us reverses and comes to rest at the left of our bus. I look forward to see whats going on and i can see a fork lift truck, it's facing the front of the other bus and it's fork's are lifted into the air just a little higher than their heads. I look across to the driver of the other bus and he looks at me as if to say "PHEW, THAT WAS CLOSE!!", i nod my head to him and say, "you were really lucky then, that could have gone through your heads and made a right mess!! lol..then i wake up
Updated 11-11-2011 at 01:52 AM by 47716
I was outdoor. It all were a little bit creepy, with the bees and flies, flying around everywhere. But i desided to go out anyway... In the garden, bees had created a sculptur of a great bee. Now were the bees and flies flying after me, so i desided to go inside... I ran the fastest i could, and was in the house before it was to late. In the house i saw a strange girl. I think she had black hair and big eyes, not enourmous, and her eyes changed often from blue to orange... And i can't remember what happened next... But i can't remember me talking to her, i had never met a DC like her. She was a bit creepy and like a person in real life at the same time...
My ex keeps putting my bed covers over top of his BBQ, covering the meat he is cooking there. I keep telling him to stop, but he doesn't, saying that he likes the smokey flavour he gets when he uses my bed covers as a lid
Owen is visiting and we're trying to figure out what would be the best job for him. I am looking in his online profile to get some ideas, but I feel like I'm trespassing or snooping.
My son is sat at a large table with all kinds of fruit and veg on it. We are testing each to find out which he likes.
Flies in my Nose!
I have a sickness of the eyes and I can't seem to focus properly. Blurry, I go up to the doctor and they tell me it will be expelled soon. I sit down in a dentist like chair, or rather, I lay back, as they turn on a big overhead light. I ask them what it means that 'it will be expelled soon' and they tell me that 'it' is an insect that is in my nasal cavity. Sure enough, one tiny fly like creature comes out of my nose in a stream of liquid, then another. I am told that this happened because of the cubed tobacco I have been eating. I think of where I got it, and I see Teddy from Gray's anatomy eating it too. I picked up the habit from being around her, I rationalize.
The doctors collect the flies to send to pathology.
I have had a similar dream that has occured 3 times now in the past 2 months that I can remember. The first 2 dreams of this kind happened within the same month. The 3rd one happened just last week. In all 3 dreams there was a spider web and a spider. The first dream there was a fly that kept flying into the web and I kept telling it No! Stay away from the web & stop flying into it...but the fly didn't listen. I woke up as I saw the spider crawling to the fly. The 2nd dream involved a butterfly that was stuck to the web and couldn't get away. I watched as the spider attacked the butterfly and ate it. The most recent and 3rd dream involved a small bird, maybe a sparrow, that kept flying into the web similar to the first dream.
Updated 10-04-2010 at 09:40 PM by 37287
I have a bee and a fly doing something for me. Every time I give them some sort of signal, they fly into my cage which is outside my old house. The cage is made of a net. It seems to be suspended in the air. It is dark outside and I can't see anything out.