Just Another Dream Journal

U took 100 mg Seroquel at aroun pPM and I crashed by 11. I woke up once to my 18 year old trying to get smokes from me. Apparently, he and his sis were cleaning. I keep them under my mattress so I got him one. he wanted me to see the progress but I was too out of it.

I don't recall the whole of the stories of my dreams

I had broken my wrist [Thnkas "Royal Pains"] and I was trying to scam a brace off someone. I was a younng guy in this dream. My mom eventually got one for me. It was a large, so when no one looked, I switched it out for a small.
After a drawn out story line which I've forgotten, my brother calls me out. I briefly became a girl for a sex scene.
My brother chased me to the ocean. We struggled for awhile. I thought I would drown but then I was swept up by both my brother and the current. Fish kept nibbling at my flesh and I wondered why my brother wasn't affected. He rode the waves as though he had a surfboard, then surfed the surface of the shore, still dragging me through the water. We nearly knocked down a random DC while flying by.

Then the dream merged into an earlier version. I was tring to make Jehovah's Witnesses extinct for some reason. I looked for incriminating files. I was supposedly helping the couple but I was just using them for accesss. The man couldn't take it anymore, so he climber on top of a tower and planned to jump to his death. His wife was already all but dead from the shock (they were very elderly). I told my mm I could carry her to the top and have her "jump" with her husband.
While waiting for the perfect chance, I saw her ion a bench with my mom and placed some bottle of booze in her hand.

That's all I recall/. I woke drenched in sweat,

I took 100 mg Seroquel and went back to sleep from around 4PM-1AM
My memory of this awesome dream is quickly fading.

I was in a jungle (?) Something was loose that was killing people. I found a couple dead bodies and they looked really gross because limbs and flesh were missing in some, others were bloated and oddly decayed.
Another dream paralleled this one. It was some sort of beauty/intelligence contest. There was an obstacle course that spanned a lot of ground. There were hurdles and strange natural elevators. I found the bodies during the contest. One woman was able teleport because of her trauma. I hugged her as we jumped through our current location during different times. It was always a place of great sorrow, being a bunker in several wars.
She was captured at some point, as people wondered how she could do what she did. I found her again and began force feeding her. I thought her ability was triggered as some sort of subconscious nurturing mechanism.
It worked.
Rabbits and insects were part of the various scenes, but I don't recall how they fit in.

Then the dream changed and I was a mentor. The location was the same- some forested island were bad things were happening. Some kid was receiving a scholarship to a school of his choosing. S/He (the gender kept changing from scene to scene lol) wanted some place in Georgia and when I asked why, he wanted to go there because the desks were the same and there was also some sort of outside fountain. I said he couldn't choose a place based on that info.
When he got on stage, a mayor or somesuch offered him Hawaii but he asked for Georgia. Because it would have been cheeper, she agreed.
But the dream fast forwarded and I was checking up on the kid who went to Hawaii after all (Hawaii became the place with the specific desks). She was a little upset for being there. They didn't have her desk but there were nude works of art everywhere which made her uncomfortable. She met a guy though, who cut her hair, so she was accepting her lot.

I also vaguely recall something about a beauty competition and being late for it. And once, during teleportation, we landed at a mine where women brutally worked other women. We eventually helped them escape.
That's it.

Now, I need a soda lol. I'll be up for a couple hours, then I'm going to crash again. Gotta love sleep and dreams as a means to escape my sorry life

I fell back to sleep at around 5AM and woke at 11AM

In one dream, I was walking through some woods with my mom. She became exhausted, so I carried her for 3 miles. Deer kept jumping off cliffs, but didn't die. One deer was very curious looking- it's fur and coloring was like that of a white rabbit with a black circle around its eye.
Just as I was getting too tired to go on, we made it out to where the adventure had begun. There was a McD's nearby, so we went inside. They sold pizza lol.. My mom went right away to a booth. I went to the Soda machine to get a glass of Coke. It came out almost clear, like Sprite. I tasted it, but it was flavorless, so I dumped it and tried again. It was still yucky so I did without and went looking for my mom.
I almost cried when I realized our walking wasn't over yet. There was so much further to go before we were actually home. I thought about calling my dad to rescue us, but the dream changed.

BEFORE the walk, I was with my grandmother in a store. I was eating a hard boiled egg in the checkout lane and the cashier got onto me about it. But grams knew her and they started talking. As we bagged our items, I asked if I was hallucinating lol I told her something about 12 years and the fact I never heard about the cashier (who was a random DC). We had spoken briefly about my bio dad who I then saw trapped in a snow bank which lead to the dream of me walking through the woods with my mom.

At some point in time, I dreamed I was in a car with many people. I was in an unknown neighborhood. I was stuck in an awesome dream loop where the dream kept repeating itself at certain spots. The group I was with wanted some rare book from one of their mothers husband and boyfriends. Every time we messed up in obtaining it and/or getting away, the dream would begin again from the point of our arrival at the property. This was one of my earliest dreams. I forget the details because I was woken up mulitple times since I had it. All I truly recall is that is was amazingly bizarre.

At another point, I dreamed of drawing a picture and writing a poem. I was outside for most of it. On a piece of (grrr what's it called- the large "paper" used in school for projects/presentations) large project paper, were 2 boxes at the top and three below it. The middle one at the bottom was larger than the others, but in the dream, the boxes were still somehow equal in arrangement. In that center place, I was drawing a picture. The picture was of a boy and trees. That's all I recall. I remember liking the poem, but I can no longer remember it.
At one point, I was near an actual tree and a boy was drawn/etched into the bark. Someone said it looked like "Jonny" and I said that's who it started out as being- a little stick figure person someone recommended I draw.

I also dreamed of building a house in the woods. It was at the edge of a cliff on a very high point. I loved the house and the dream, but I've forgotten almost everything about it. I found a piece of cardboard, lol, at one point, that I thought would be a perfect window because of its shape.

The last dream I had before waking was the most disturbing. It started out as a carnival seen through the first dream I wrote about, while waiting at McD's. Then the dream zoomed onto one of the floats. It was like a giant puppet show where artists controlled the scene with wires and cloth. The were on each others shoulders like a cheerleading act though.
It was snowing and the police were called. A wheelchair was added to the side of a police cruiser as if a sidecar on a motorcycle. One of the artists became suspicious because no one in a wheelchair would ever come to this particular carnival. There were way too many hills.
From there, the dream went to murder scenes. I saw inside one woman's throat. She was giving oral sex when she died. Her throat was just a slit from the inside.
A witness was found, but she was a foreigner and I couldn't understand her. Somehow, we learned some man had killed his own daughter in the sex trade.
I was some woman (?)- a cop investigating the murders. I was at a carnival game where you throw darts to pop balloons. It was a scam where the owner called forth a challenger and you had to beat the challenger. We had the same number of darts but she was supposed to falling-over drunk. A fight began somehow and I knocked a light out with a pole. It was supposed to have been an accident, but i gave myself up as a cop because the guy saw through my act. We fought briefly on the ground, mostly with poles, but then we were then on top of the game. His leg got trapped and he fell over. I held one part of a pole that trapped his leg. He wanted me to let go so he could fall to his death. Instead, I gently lowered him to the ground where he was apprehended.

>>Most of these dreams were random. They came from things I spoke about or watched on TV before falling asleep.
Certain recurring themes, though, are things I'll have to think about: Cliffs, fathers.
I dreamed so often of snow because hubby told me it was sleeting/snowing right before I fell asleep.

I had a VERY emotional day which reflected itself in my dream.
I took 150 mg Seroquel so I could sleep and avoid the world for the day, but they didn't kick in fast enough. I fell asleep at around 3PM and woke in a SUPER crabby mood at 1 AM.
Before sleeping, I gave myself a heart tattoo on my right leg and gave in to some other self injurious behavior.
I only recall snippets of dreams though.

In one, my youngest daughter found a diary entry about how picking my face is the only thing that makes me feel good and she cried and jumped all over me for my behavior.
>> When I'm super irrational I want to disfigure myself. I never do though. My face is off limits, but the thought alone triggered the dream.

In another dream, I lost my car. I had been driving it and the vehicle was completely unresponsive. I tried driving straight, and it did donuts. It was very scary. I managed to park it somewhere and I went off for a carnival or something. But then I couldn't remember where it was parked. I enlisted the help of some people and though I've forgotten the specifics, most of them were very mad at me.
>>> Driving = how I feel about my life. It's completely out of control and I have no support from the people in my life who are supposed to be trying to help me.

I've entirely forgotten the most emotional dream. All I recall is something about power outlets, walking through a neighborhood, being out of time.

I dreamed something, at some point, about cockroaches again.

My 15 year old daughter was taken from me today, IRL. She went straight from the Judges chambers to a shelter about 4 hours away. As soon as a bed becomes available, she's going to a juvinile facility because of the Kindle she stole last November. The State is going to be back in my life because of the incident and I think I would rather die than have to deal with them again. I'm giving my gun to my hubby later today for him to hold on to. I'm not suicidal though. Not yet anyhow.
When I woke, I had no Coke's in the fridge and my bedroom light blew. I started crying and cussing lol. The kids hadn't done their chores. I have no bulbs to brighten my room.
What a perfect start to a shitty day.

I went to sleep at around 10:30 AM and woke at 7:30PM.
The only things I recall about my dream are flying too close to the sun and fighting with staves.
While fighting with the staff, it started out as a serious, life or death battle. But then it became a lesson. My staff was short and hooked at one end. Eventually, I switched to a bigger one, yet it was more unwieldy and shaped like a branch with knots and a couple twists.
I kept thinking about flying away from the battle and at one point I did. But I flew out of control and got too close to the sun. It wasn't hot, just bright to point of being painful. I told myself "down" and made the hand gesture and eventually I lowered.
I was fighting in a garden area. There were signs posted about someone stealing the carrot crop.
That's it.

I think playing Fantasy Kingdoms on Facebook and Dragon Quest on the DSi before going to sleep inspired the dreams. The only part I'm uncertain about is the bit about the sun.

In yesterday's dream, I figured out what the lighter meant. It's nothing serious I only want some hot, passionate sex

I will most likely be awake until day after tomorrow. I have court twice tomorrow- once in the morning, once in the afternoon.
I'm resorting to self-injury to help deal with the stress of it all. I'm surprised my dreams haven't reflected that yet.

I had strange symbolic sexual dreams during a nap.

I was trying to masturbate, but kept getting interrupted. And scenes were flashing of gardening and robots lol. In the gardening scenes, I couldn't dig deep enough. With the robot scenes, I was raped and the robot was too large. Then the robot story took off on it's own but I forget the gist of the story, other than someone was raped and another girl went for help. We were on an alien planet and the people who could help save her friend wouldn't even talk to her at first. Some young woman was hiding in a cabinet.

Then the dream went back to me trying to masturbate only this time, I had a lighter. I don't even want to know what I was trying to do with that thing lol.
I was interrupted again by a commotion at my hubby's new garage. I went outside to see it had been broken into. My kids had painted the walls, which actually looked really nice. But in doing so, they accidentally broke a window as well as rectangular glass panels on an antique dresser. I knew who did it, but hubby hadn't figured it out yet and I was worried he would.
Then a couple of neighbors came over. They had kids with them, but they were well behaved. I kept trying to figure out how to clean mud and water out of some item. The grandmother of the neighbors went back to her house and brought me back and nasal syringe (those little plastic suction thingies used to clean out babies noses).
A couple more neighbors came over and my mom was one of them. People were leaving the garage to talk, but my mom hung back. I told her to go outside and make some friends.
The kids saw 3 roaches and I kept trying to point them out to someone else to catch. One of them flew off and scared one of the kids nearly to death and I started laughing, saying "that's what they do".
I was on a couch covered up throughout most of the dream sequences lol. The couch seemed to move wherever I went.

At some point, I also dreamed of traveling in the RV. An arm from a chair fell off when someone braked hard. I kept trying to put it back on but it was made of metal and had a joint in a weird location. I eventually snapped it back on but then it looked strange.
Outside of some house, I found a bunch of cats and kittens. Some of them were demonic and scared me. Others I took. My long lost cat, Rogue, was among them and I snatched him up first.

That's all I recall.

>>>My brain usually knows better than to give me deeply symbolic dreams. Chances are, these themes will continue until I figure out what I'm trying to tell myself. If I stumble across a correct interpretation, the dreams will discontinue.
The outright sex parts are easy enough to figure out. I have needs lol, but I also have 4 kids and an uninterested husband.
The seeds are apparent to me as well. As strange as it is, when having sex I usually don't envision a person or event. I envision caves, a forest, nature scenes. The deeper I go, the closer to orgasm I am (it's all quite involuntary I assure you)
But where did robots and rape come from?

The garage is easy. It's my hubby's pride and joy. It's bigger than my modular home but it still lacks electricity and inside walls. He bought our perimeter alarm to protect it (one of the homes he uses for storage was recently arsoned).
My kids destroy everything they come in contact with, thus the dream of them destroying it. But what was the significance of the paint and the mirrors? What about the mirrors, the neighbors.

The part of my mom resulted from speaking of her before falling asleep. She has pnumonia (sp).
As for the bit about going out and making friends: I have no friends and neither do I truly want any. But I was thinking on it before falling asleep. I'm a foul weather friend. If someone needs me in some hour of need, I'm there. But when times are good, I fall away into the shadows. Those thoughts triggered that part of the dream.

The suction thingie is easy: my nose is chronically clogged lol
But what about the rest?

I dreamed of the RV because my youngest daughter talked about it yesterday. But why did the arm of the chair fall off. And why was it designed in such a way?
I have no idea why I dreamed of demonic cats lol But I still miss Rogue and no cat dream is complete without him.

That's it.

*EDIT**
Notice I didn't say anything at all about the lighter. Perhaps that's the most important element.
Gotta think about it.

I remember very little about my dreams. Actually, I only recall one snippet now.
I ran out of my Celexa and my pdoc is out of town this week, so I took 100 mg of Seroquel instead. I normally only take 50 mg and sporadically at that, but my anxiety is flairing up, so I took more (I'm prescribed 100 mg but only take 50 because it knocks me out).
I slept for almost an entire day lol.
My kids came in at one point to ask me to drive them somewhere and they quickly realized I was too doped up to drive. I had slept ALL day before they woke me, but I spoke as if drunk and kept falling asleep while talking to them.

I woke for a couple hours last night.

The only snippet I recall was talking religion to someone. They were blaming God for something bad that had happened and I tried explaining that Satan is the cause of the bad, not God. The person's attitude was like "yeah, whatever, sure."

I could go back to sleep now, but I took a caffeine pill to try to stay awake.
No more 100 mg for me no matter how bad the adrenaline flares become lol!!!

I went to bed at around 10AM and woke at 5:30 PM
I don't recall much about my dreams, but one stands out.

I dreamed 2 guys came into the house and my 18 year old son raped one of them. He thought they were intruders but it turned out one of them was a friend. I was appalled by my sons actions. Even if they were intruders I felt he needed counseling and/or jail. But I was more concerned with the friend. As it turned out, my son had attacked him before so he shrugged it off sadly as if it was something he was used to. I tried explaining NO ONE has any right to treat him that way.
That's really all I can remember.

>>>The ONLY thing I can think of that could even possibly have triggered that dream is the fact my 15 year old daughter had a gay friend stay over for a couple of nights. My bedroom connects to the bathroom. They were putting on makeup and dying their hair and coming back and forth between rooms. Once, Jeff (the guy obviously lol) was sitting on my bed when my daughter randomly asked: "Does butt sex hurt." Without thinking, I replied: "Yes." Then Jeff said: "It hurts the first few times." so I quickly added, "Yeah, if you have a gentle partner, there ARE things he can do to make it better."
But why the dream evolved the way it did from that is a mystery.

Bits and pieces of other dreams include:
Running into former religious friends at a gas station.
>> I went to a gas station before bed and ran into the church crowd, which triggered the dream.

I dreamed of a large cockroach that I kept trying to squish and butter that I squeezed for some reason and it resembled a rabbit. I tried to preserve the butter because it looked like a piece of art lol, but when I left for some counseling session it melted.
At the counseling session, there were a lot of angry people. I shut down and shielded myself from the anger for the most part, so that part is lost.
>>>I'm pretty sure I dreamed of the counseling session for 2 reasons. I watched Fairly Legal right before going to sleep. It's a legal show about mediation. Second, last night, my brother-in-law was putting me down as a parent to my 14 year old daughter because both of my daughters are most likely going to a Juvenile Facility for truancy. This is their 4th appearance before the Magistrate. Their last 4 absences were my fault because I was having a rough time with my gallbladder but the rest of the absences are on them. Neither me nor their older brothers can wake them up in the morning. They refuse to go. Now they have to deal with the consequences.

I also dreamed of repeated scenes were I jumped some watery chasm in a vehicle. Only, the vehicle folded down every time and I was able to carry it out of the water
>>>No idea

And there was a couple dreams about driving through snow in my grams old neighborhood. I'd always lose control at certain curves, but I never crashed.
>>>>It's snowing today after unremembered days of "Spring". I drove in it this morning, thus part of the dream.

I think that's it.

I jumped awake, thinking I was being paged over the perimeter alarm. It plays as musical beeps when hubby's trying to reach me from his house. But it was quiet lol

I dreamed I was a factory worker, making boxes. My box kept falling apart at the bottom, and we rounded them using ice lol so the inside kept getting soggy.
The dream occurred before the first or second world war.

At some point, I ran away with the female factory boss. We were in love, but it wasn't affectionate. Neither was it "cold". We were just "proper" ladies. I'm not sure when that part of the dream happened, because I barely remember it.

Back at the factory, she exchanged lifts so I could have a smaller surface to work on. I placed my hand on her back momentarily as we walked, but that's all. I was afraid of putting her in a bad spot because she was the boss AND a woman.
There was a paper bag on the floor next to one of the moved lifts. I looked inside and it contained a couple photos and some other odds and ends I've forgotten. I asked if it belonged to this one young man whose lift had been moved. It was his and he took it and I was taken aback by how sad and lost he looked.
I kept trying to get the bosses attention to have her explain what I did wrong with my box, but the dream kept changing. We passed some boxed toys and I admired the craftsmanship. Part of my brain screamed the toys couldn't exist yet, but I shrugged it off to continue the dream.
Higher on the shelf were a couple knickknacks belonging to the boss. We passed them by and she told me the factory was being shut down and she was moving with her family.
Angrily, I grabbed the knickknacks and held them close to my chest.

I went outside to try to wait for her and a kid in a nearby car was crying for her grandmother. I never saw the boss again until much later.

The dream zoomed by, showing my life after her. My dream turned me into a man lol and I joined the military. I saw battle often and trained many soldiers but one day I received a letter about my old boss. She was very sick. I rushed to her side on some remote and frozen island. I found myself in a bar. My old boss was in a long peasants gown, filling orders. She didn't look very well though. In a corner sat her husband. He exchanged words with me and it was unfriendly, but I no longer recall the specifics.

The dream then changed completely and the guys in the bar were my partners in crime. We were planning some sort of rebellion or revolution. Two of the men started fighting with each other and while a black partner passed behind one of them holding up a chair, he was shot through the chair in his eye. He didn't die though. Everyone wanted to flee the scene but I told them we had to take responsibility and explain what had happened.
Cops came, we explained and THEN we fled lol
Then I woke up.

I've been exhausted lately, so I took a 2 hour nap. I'm about to go to Wally World and buy some caffeine pills! I LOVE my dreams, but I can't sleep my life away for them lol
I have no idea why I had those dreams, though certain parts were inspired by watching What Would You Do before falling asleep (the parts about being gay [in the military] and the screaming kid).
The factory bit was inspired by watching a Charlie Chaplin movie "Modern Times" last night.
But why my brain threw it all together in that fashion is a humorous mystery

I dreamed I was a factory worker, making boxes. My box kept falling apart at the bottom, and we rounded them using ice lol so the inside kept getting soggy.
The dream occurred before the first or second world war.

At some point, I ran away with the female factory boss. We were in love, but it wasn't affectionate. Neither was it "cold". We were just "proper" ladies. I'm not sure when that part of the dream happened, because I barely remember it.

Back at the factory, she exchanged lifts so I could have a smaller surface to work on. I placed my hand on her back momentarily as we walked, but that's all. I was afraid of putting her in a bad spot because she was the boss AND a woman.
There was a paper bag on the floor next to one of the moved lifts. I looked inside and it contained a couple photos and some other odds and ends I've forgotten. I asked if it belonged to this one young man whose lift had been moved. It was his and he took it and I was taken aback by how sad and lost he looked.
I kept trying to get the bosses attention to have her explain what I did wrong with my box, but the dream kept changing. We passed some boxed toys and I admired the craftsmanship. Part of my brain screamed the toys couldn't exist yet, but I shrugged it off to continue the dream.
Higher on the shelf were a couple knickknacks belonging to the boss. We passed them by and she told me the factory was being shut down and she was moving with her family.
Angrily, I grabbed the knickknacks and held them close to my chest.

I went outside to try to wait for her and a kid in a nearby car was crying for her grandmother. I never saw the boss again until much later.

The dream zoomed by, showing my life after her. My dream turned me into a man lol and I joined the military. I saw battle often and trained many soldiers but one day I received a letter about my old boss. She was very sick. I rushed to her side on some remote and frozen island. I found myself in a bar. My old boss was in a long peasants gown, filling orders. She didn't look very well though. In a corner sat her husband. He exchanged words with me and it was unfriendly, but I no longer recall the specifics.

The dream then changed completely and the guys in the bar were my partners in crime. We were planning some sort of rebellion or revolution. Two of the men started fighting with each other and while a black partner passed behind one of them holding up a chair, he was shot through the chair in his eye. He didn't die though. Everyone wanted to flee the scene but I told them we had to take responsibility and explain what had happened.
Cops came, we explained and THEN we fled lol
Then I woke up.

I've been exhausted lately, so I took a 2 hour nap. I'm about to go to Wally World and buy some caffeine pills! I LOVE my dreams, but I can't sleep my life away for them lol
I have no idea why I had those dreams, though certain parts were inspired by watching What Would You Do before falling asleep (the parts about being gay [in the military] and the screaming kid).
The factory bit was inspired by watching a Charlie Chaplin movie "Modern Times" last night.
But why my brain threw it all together in that fashion is a humorous mystery

I've known for years that I have a crush on my psychiatrist. It's only normal when he's the ONLY person in real life I have to REALLY talk to. I even told him at one point because I was holding back info in fear of making a bad impression. I told him that too.
But some things, I definitely keep to myself
Like last night's dream.

In the dream, at some point, we were kissing. He was a sloppy kisser but I still enjoyed it. Then we were lounging on a bed. That's what I enjoy most about these dreams- the physical closeness. At various times, I had my head on his shoulder, his chest, his lap. At one point, I was near his feet and had the crook of my arm around them. I asked myself why I wasn't grossed out (feet tend to be dirty and smelly so I avoid them IRL). I was just soaking up the affection.

Then he gave me an engagement and wedding ring and we ran away to India. He's from Egypt and that's where we were *supposed* to go before the dream decided to change things. I started getting cold feet, thinking of my hubby and children. He said he could drop me off at Paris and send me home, but he'd need his rings back. I decided I didn't want to go home
The airplane trip was long and exhausting and the airport was insane. There were people with guns everywhere (not literally, only about 3 but it felt like more). We became separated, and I needed a key card to get to the room. I couldn't remember the room number (our hotel was part of the airport as it usually is in airport dreams). I talked to someone and he asked me lots of questions to verify who I was. I couldn't remember where we were or where we came from. I couldn't remember my doctor's name, though I eventually did I couldn't remember how to spell it. I asked them to just call him and verify everything. Someone eventually took pity on me and did.
But then I couldn't find the room. It was either 3 floors up or down and I kept getting turned around. I was worried because everything important to me was in the room- my money, my DSi, my iPad, clothes, doctor lol etc.
Then I remembered that my mom and her friend were showing up. I was annoyed because no one was supposed to be there with us.
Mom's friend asked if I was in love with my Dr. and I couldn't answer her.

Then the airport became a hospital and I was still lost. Some madman was shooting up the place, hunting others down, but I walked right passed him, mostly unconcerned until he was out of sight. I asked someone where I could go for food, but the directions were too complicated.
"Alert Zone One" "Alert Zone One"

Then I woke up to the stupid perimeter alarm going off. It was around 5:30AM and I was ticked off to have been woken from my dream lol
I went back to sleep until 11, but I don't remember those dreams.

>> Interpretation:
I have a crush on my pdoc lol. I'm starved for affection. But I'm married with children and he's my pdoc, so nothing will ever come of it- which is why there were so many interruptions and interferences.
Am I in love with my pdoc? No. I've never been "in love" with anyone, though I thought I have been a few times. I LOVE deeply, though. I do love my pdoc, but I understand WHY.
As for the airport- I dreamed about that because I'm out of meds and my pdoc is out of town this week on a conference. He always flies.
I don't know why I dreamed of the hospital or the shooters.
I frequently get lost in dreams. I have no sense of direction IRL and in my dreams it's always much worse lol. It's a normal recurring theme though.
I woke up starving, so that's why I dreamed of wanting food.

I had some really weird dreams last night. I've been having some real doozies lately, but I quickly forget them.

Anyhow, last night, in one dream the face of a man was being sawed off along his mouth. Even though he was quite dead, I could hear his screams inside my head. As the person kept sawing, sand started pouring out of his face. I was more fascinated than mortified/upset.
In another dream, I gave birth to a boy and a girl, one week (or 1 month) apart lol. I kept losing them and forgetting to feed them. They didn't have names or birth certificates yet because I gave birth to them at home. I kept thinking if one of them died, I wouldn't go to jail because no one knew I had them :O But them I found them and never let them leave my side after that. I was going to college so I kept asking my parents to buy me 2 baby carriers because juggling them plus my books was proving impossible.
I was failing one of my classes because I could never find it.

>>Part of that last dream was the result of my youngest daughter complaining about the school not letting them use backpacks. Her shoulders are very lax and it's causing her problems.

I dreamed of a large building, of flying.
Here recently, it's been difficult for me to fly. I can barely leave the ground.
I dreamed of the ocean and people drowning. I dreamed of the beach in winter and secluded trails.

Night before last, I dreamed I was losing my teeth. My upper molars were horribly loose, and when I placed my finger between the tooth and my gum, it was so loose I just pulled the teeth out. I pulled them out because I had horrible toothaches. One of the molars was about a foot long and extremely heavy lol

>>I had that dream because my youngest daughter has to have her wisdom teeth removed and we spoke about it right before bed. I have to reschedule her because another appointment can't be moved.

But that evening, I took a Seroquel to help me fall asleep. It's my nature to fight against sleep, but when utterly exhausted, I finally laid down. My youngest daughter walked into my room at that point to ask me something, and she had purple hair lol. I blinked a few times, telling myself I was seeing things (not uncommon for me when exhausted), and sure enough, the purple slowly disappeared lol. I've not had that happen for a REALLY long time

I only recall bits and pieces from last nights dreams because I was woken up several times this morning and quickly the final time.
I remember dreaming about shopping and one of my sons throwing a fit because I forgot to buy hotdogs.
In another dream, I was flying.
In yet another, I was very sad about something. I was in a house and my pdoc was sitting on a couch. I had to sit on the couch too because there was nowhere else. I was also sleepy lol Our shoulders were touching and he didn't react to it, so I eventually laid my head on his shoulder and went to sleep. Being in his presence was very comforting.

I've been having more dreams about my pdoc,, which is making me slightly depressed. I'm an independent hermit. I've never felt the need to be close to anyone before. In fact, being physically close to people usually makes me antsy. These dreams show that I'm liar to myself. I DO crave contact. My shrink is my confidant. I have no friends. I rarely see my hubby and we haven't had sex for at least 6 months. I'm forming an unhealthy connection with my pdoc... BUT I wont see anyone else. The dreams depress me because they show me what I'm missing out on, which makes me want things more.
I need to find a way to make the dreams stop...

In one of my dreams last night, I dreamed I was talking to an alcoholic or drug addict. I was explaining Paradise Earth to him as well as other JW beliefs. He was very sad because all the people in his life were overly negative and unforgiving. I asked him if his past was in the past and he said yeah. I asked if he had tried to make amends to those he hurt and he said yeah. I then told him to try and disregard the words meant to only him and to continue doing a great job.

I had this dream, in part, in response to a thread I replied to.

I dreamed about poop, sharks, the RV and shopping again, but I've forgotten the specifics.

I dreamed of swimming and being attacked by a shark. It bit off a body part (?) and another shark rescued me. I had to have a shark blood transfusion lol. I later told someone of the attack, but I didn't have any marks on my chest where the shark grabbed me so I became lucid for a moment.
I also dreamed of shopping and something about the RV.
My memory is very fragmented because I woke up much too quickly.

I think I dreamed of poop again. It seems to be a recurring theme. Yes, I did... I dreamed I popped out a little turd and it squished against my butt and undies and I was VERY grossed out but couldn't think of a way to excuse myself gracefully.
My subconscious is TRYING to tell me something. I've had similar dreams for about a month now. I need to remind my brain that I don't handle subliminal messages very well so it needs to just TELL me what the frick it wants me to know. Cause I'm just not "getting it".