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    1. Another dream where me and my sister are stuck in granddads car during a rain storm

      by , 07-27-2022 at 03:26 AM
      I had another dream last night where me and my younger sister were trapped in granddads old car during a thunderstorm.

      When this dream started, I was standing in front of my high school waiting for mom to pick me up. It was a really hot and humid day and I was burning up waiting for mom to get there.

      Eventually, I saw my granddads old tan reliant pull up with mom driving it and my younger sister in the front passenger seat. My sister reached behind her to open the back passenger side door and I got in the back passenger seat and closed the door and then buckled up and them mom pulled out of the parking lot.

      We were heading towards our house when mom made a turn and then soon we were in the parking lot of our Home Depot store. Mom told us we needed to stop and get grass seed and fertilizer for our yard and plants and soil for our garden. We then all got out of the relaint and followed her into the store where she got a flat cart and then followed her to the garden area.

      Once she had the cart full of everything she wanted, we all waited in line for her to pay and then I pushed the cart and followed she and my sister to the reliant in the parking lot.

      When we got to the relaint, mom filled-up the trunk will all of the plants she had bought and then filled up the back seat and floorboard with the bags of grass seed; fertilizer; and potting soil.

      Once everything was loaded in the car, mom opened the front passenger side door for us to get in and my sister told me to scoot over to the middle since it was her day to choose where to sit. Once I had sat down and moved over to the middle and buckled up, my sister sat down in the passenger seat and fastened her seatbelt. Mom then closed us into the car and took the cart back into the store.

      While me and my sister were waiting in the car for mom, it started to pour down rain all of a sudden and me and my sister had to roll up the windows so we wouldn't get wet. As we sat and waited for the rain to stop and mom to get in the car, we both noticed something really stunk and my sister started accusing me of tooting in the car. We could do nothing but sit and wait in the car as it was raining so hard we couldn't see the Home Depot store where mom was trapped waiting for the rain to stop.

      After we had been waiting for what seemed like forever, then rain finally started to let up. and I saw mom running from the store towards the reliant where we were waiting. She quickly opened the driver side door and then sat down in the driver seat beside me and quickly shut her door. As she was putting the key in the ignition, she asked me and my sister if one of us may have stepped in poo because something really stunk. We both denied it and my sister told mom I was tooting.

      Mom then turned the key to start the car, but couldn't get it to start because the battery was dead. As she was taking the key out of the ignition, she looked down and noticed that I had stepped in dog poop. I woke up form this dream as mom was telling me there was poo on my shoe.
    2. Dream where me and my sister got trapped in grandads car in a rainstorm after church

      by , 07-19-2022 at 03:01 AM
      I had another dream last night where me and my sister were trapped in granddads old reliant during a rainstorm.

      When this dream started, I was at the church my family went to when I was growing-up with my mom and sister. We were at the coffee hour they used to always have after the Sunday Chruch Service and it was summertime and really hot outside and I was burning-up in my church clothes and ready to go back home.

      When people started to leave the Coffee Hour and walk back to their cars in the parking lot, mom told me and my sister that we were going to take all of the flowers from the service to the nursing home that granddad had spent his final month living at on our way home and that she needed our help getting all of them to the car. She then grabbed a big rolling cart that I remember our church used to have and then led me and my sister into the sanctuary where all of the flowers were.

      When I we started walking down the aisle towards the front of the church, I noticed there were vases and pots of flowers everywhere. Many more than were normally up front for a church service. When we got up to the front, mom told me and my sister to grab the vases and pots and bring them to her. Me and my sister spent a while grabbing them and bringing them back to mom who then placed them all on the cart. We kept doing this for a while until eventually we had grabbed all of the flowers and mom somehow figured out how to get everything onto the cart.

      Mom asked me to push the cart and then I followed her out of the sanctuary and into the parking lot where I saw granddads old tan reliant was one of the only cars left in the parking lot.

      When we got to the reliant, mom opened the trunk and told me and my sister to hand her all of the potted flowers first. We kept handing them to her, and somehow she was able to figure out how to get all of the flower pots to fit in the trunk with no room to spare.

      Once mom had the trunk loaded, she unlocked and opened the front passenger side door and told me and my sister to go ahead and get in the front seat. As I stood by the door waiting for my sister to get in, she reminded me it was her day to choose where to sit and for me to scoot over to the middle seat. I then sat down on the tan vinyl bench seat and moved over to the middle and fastened the tan lap belt around my waist. My sister than plopped down in the passenger seat to my right and fastened her tan shoulder belt as mom closed the passenger side door and then started loading the vases into the back seat. It was hot in the car, so I rolled down the driver side window and my sister rolled down the passenger side window to cool things off.

      While me and my sister waited, mom spent a while trying to get all of the vases to fit in the back set and back floorboard. She could not get everything to fit and kept taking them out and putting then back in trying to find a different way to put them all in.

      Eventually she got all but 3 vases to fit and opened the front passenger side door and gave me and my sister each a small vase to hold in our lap and then put a big vase on the passenger side floorboard and told me sister to hold it between her feet. She reminded us we would only have to hold them for a little while since it would talk less than 15 minutes to drive to the nursing home. She then told us she was taking the cart back to the church and would be right back.

      I watched through the windshield as mom rolled the cart back to the church building and then held the ladies doing coffee hour load all of their stuff into the car and then disappear into the church building rolling it.

      As soon as she walked into the church building, we heard several loud claps of thunder and then the bottom fell out and it started pouring down rain. I had to struggle to roll up the driver side window while holding the vase upright in my lap with my other hand while my sister had to do the same while rolling the driver side window up. It kept pouring down rain for probably 15-20 minutes and me and my sister had to sit and wait in the reliant while mom waited it out inside the church.

      As me and my sister kept waiting for mom, we both noticed something in the car smelled bad and I was sure it was one of the vases or flowers. Eventually, the rain started to let up some and one of the ladies who mom had helped with cleaning up from coffee hour walked her out to the reliant with a big umbrella and held it over her while she unlocked the driver side door and then sat down int the driver seat on my left. Mom thanked her and then closed the driver side door and then the lady walked to her car.

      Mom then put the key in the ignition and tuned it but the car didn't start right up. For a few cranks, it sounded like it was going to start-up but each crank ended with the buzzing sound and a dash full of red lights. After a few more cranks, mom noticed the car stunk and asked me and my sister if one of us might have stepped in poo because something really stunk in the car. We both denied it and I told mom it was one of the vases. Mom then turned her attention back to getting the car started and after a few more cranks the battery started to sound weak and then nothing happend when mom turned the key.

      As we were getting out of the reliant, mom noticed there was something on my shoe and I woke up from the dream trying to clean it off in one of the big puddles in the parking lot.
    3. Car dream where mom was really controlling and snippy

      by , 02-04-2021 at 05:10 AM
      I had the car dream set at granddads house again last night for the second night in a row. Like the dream I had the night before, it was really physically and emotionally uncomfortable. In the dream last night, mom was also really snippy and controlling.

      When mom told me to go ahead and get in granddads car and buckle to the front middle seat, as soon as I tried to argue about sitting in the middle and getting in the car before she was ready to go she snapped at me and told me that I could either get in the car and buckle in the middle of the front seat or I would be grounded.

      When mom finally got in the car and was trying to get it started after my sister and I had to wait for her for what felt like forever, she kept getting in my face and telling me that I needed to calm down. I never even said anything to her before she started telling me to calm down.

      When she discovered I stepped in dog poop, she screamed at me about not watching where I was stepping and not checking my shoe when I noticed the car stunk. She told me to give her my shoe so she could clean it and for me to stay buckled in my seat.

      After the battery went dead after she got back in, as I was asking if I could get out she snapped at me again and told me that me and my sister needed to stay in the car. I woke-up from the dream while she was looking for a jump start.

      Not sure why she was so snippy and controlling in this dream, but it made me fell even more uncomfortable.
    4. New vivid/recurring dream where I am riding between my sister and mom in granddads old car

      by , 01-24-2021 at 05:43 PM
      Over the last week, I have had some new vivid dreams involving me riding in granddads reliant with my mom and my sister. These dreams are different than the ones I was having last year as these are set at granddads house after he had to go to a nursing home and mom was trying to get his house ready to sell. These take place when I was 14 years old, about a year before the dreams I was having last year which were set in my parent’s driveway the spring after granddad died. Like the earlier dreams these appear to be a stuck dream that always follows the same chain of events.

      The dreams I have had so far start with me playing in the backyard of granddads house. The yard looks just like I remember it looking when he had to go to the nursing home. Everything looked really overgrown and unkept rather than perfectly manicured since he had been too sick to keep up with it for a while.

      Eventually mom walks out of granddads back door and calls for me and tells me I to go ahead an get in granddads reliant. I ask why we are taking the reliant home since I thought Dad was picking us up, and she said he has a meeting and she had been wanting to move the reliant to our house anyway. I asked her how we could all fit in the reliant since she had the back seat loaded full of stuff and she reminded me it could fit 3 in the front seat and told me I was riding in the middle since it was my sister day to choose her seat and she wanted to be by the window. I asked if I could keep playing in the yard until she and my sister were ready to go and she snapped at me that she needed us out of her way for a little while and wanted me in the car NOW. That my sister would be right behind me and I needed to get in first since I was in the middle.

      As I walk towards the car, mom reminds me to buckle-up. I then walk through the front yead to the tan reliant that was covered in pollen and parked on the street in front of granddads house. I open the passenger side door and the sat down on the tan vinyl bench seat and then close the passenger side door and slide over to the middle seat and fasten the tan lap belt around my waist.

      As I sit in the car, I noticed that something really sinks but figure it’s either all of the stuff that mom had loaded into the back seat or that the car had been sitting for several weeks. It is really in pleasant waiting in the car, in addition to the unpleasant odor it’s really uncomfortable in the middle because the lap belt was snugly against my hips and my feet were stuck on the bump in the middle and my knees were bumping the a/c controls. I am mad mom is making me ride there since my sister is smaller than me and could get by better with less room.

      After I had been waiting for a few minutes, my sister is walking down granddads front walk towards the car. She had the same hairstyle I remember her having at that time when she was 10 years old and is always wearing a pink dress and tan sandals she liked to wear back then. She opens the passenger side door and then sits down in the passenger seat then closes the door and buckles her seat belt. It’s even more uncomfortable waiting with her in the car, because her body was now pressed against mine.

      We then have to spend what seemed like forever in the car waiting for mom to come-out. It seems like we have to wait a lot longer than we did in the dreams I was having last year at it was probably around 45 minutes to possibly an hour and is really unpleasant. While we sit and wait my sister always alternates talking about how bad the car smells and accuses me of tooting; rubbing it in that she got to choose the window seat and I was stuck in the middle; and wanting talk about how she fells about granddad being sick and dying and trying to get me to share my feelings on it. I try to change the subject whenever she talks about granddad, because it was too upsetting for me to think about or discuss but she just keeps bring it up again and again. She also keeps putting her head on my shoulder and smiling in my face while stretching her feet onto the glove box. I am super bored waiting for mom and kept focusing on my sisters sandals being the same color tan as the floor matts and glove box and blending in with them; the reflection of me and my sister on the windshield and passenger side window an how embarrassed it makes me feel that I was so much taller than her yet she is by the window and I am in the middle; and people walking their dogs down the street and hoping none of them saw me and my sister waiting in the car and noticed the embarrassing seating arrangement.

      Finally, after what seemed like FOREVER, my sister says “I see mommy coming” and then turned my head to see mom locking the front door of granddads house and then walking around the back of the car to put something in the trunk. She closes the truck and then goes to talk to someone across the street from us. Eventually she unlocks the driver side door and then sits down in the driver seat on my left. I feel her body pressed against mine as she put the key in the ignition and then reaches behind me to put her purse in the back seat. I heard the annoying buzzing sound until she closes the driver side door. I felt really squished between my mom and sister with both of them rubbing against me.

      Mom thens turn the key to start the car but it doesn’t want to start-up and after each failed crank there is the annoying buzzing sound and red lights on the dash. I get really uncomfortable being stuck between my mom and sister while mom keeps trying to start the car and it becomes obvious it is going to take a while. I start asking mom if I can get out. She just ignores me until eventually, she snapps at me and gets in my face and screams at me that I need to calm down; that she is doing the best she could; that if it won’t start it’s not a big deal because dad could pick us up on his way home; and that I WILL stay buckled in my seat until she tells me I can get out.

      After she turns her attention back to trying to get the car started, she also notices that something really stinks in the car. My sister tells her that I have been pooting and I try to explain that it smelled before I got in. Mom says it smells like poo to her and tells me to check my shoes. I check them and discover I stepped in something. I ask my sister to let me out so I can clean them, but mom gets in my face and yells at me about stepping in poo and tells me to give it to her and she will clean it for me. I try to tell her I would rather get out and clean it myself so she can keep trying to start the car, but she snaps at me again and reminds me she is in charge and that she wants me to stay buckled in my seat. She is in my face telling me I need to calm down and have a better attitude when she gets back to the car as I take off my shoe and give it to her.

      She then gets out and closes me and my sister back in the car while she disappears back into granddads house with me shoe. As I sit and wait in the car with my sister, she is telling me how gross it is that I stepped in poo and is now just whining about how bad the car smells and asking me why I didn’t check my shoes when I noticed something smelled before she even got it. I have to listen to this until we see mom walking back towards the car.

      When mom opens the driver side door, she hands me a wet paper towel and tell me to wipe down the bump I had my feet on with it and then hands me my shoe she has cleaned after I give her the paper towel back. She then goes to put the paper towel in granddads trash can while I put my shoe back on.

      Soon she is opening the driver side door again and then sitting back down in the driver seat. She starts pumping on the accelerator and turning the key. After several more cranks with the car not starting and hearing the annoying buzzing sound and seeing the dash illuminated with red lights, mom is finally able to get the reliant started. My sister immediately leans in front of me to change the radio from an AM news station to her favorite FM station and then turns up the volume and starts singing along to the song on the radio while mom is leaning over me to adjust the rearview mirror and then the passenger side mirror. It is really uncomfortable having them both in my space and it’s annoying having to hear my sister sing along to the radio.

      Once mom has everything adjusted, she pulls the shift lever to put the car in drive but nothing happens when she presses on the accelerator. She checks to make sure the parking brake is not on and then reaches in front of me and turns of the radio and discovers the car knocked off. She starts trying to turn the key, but nothing happens except the buzzing sound and red lights on the dash. I notice the car is still in park and try to tell mom, but she snaps at me that she is doing the best she can and I need to calm down so she can concentrate on starting the car.

      After several more cranks, she discovers that the car is out of gear like a tried to tell her earlier. She snaps at me again when I remind her I had tried to tell her earlier. She puts the car back in park and tries to get it started again. This time, the battery sounds weak and after a few cranks, the car just makes a rattling sound and the buzzing and red lights on the dash are fainter than they really are.

      I reach to undo my seat belt, but mom snaps at me again and tells me that she is going to see if one of granddads neighbors can give us a jump start and says she wants me and my sister to stay buckled in the car. I usually wake up from the dream either arguing with mom about her wanting me to stay buckled in the car of after she has gotten out to look for a jump start. I do not know if she is able to find a jump start or if it works and we are able to drive the reliant home.

      As these dreams have progressed I seem to be arguing with mom more about her wanting me to sit in the middle, wait in the car, and buckle-up when I get in. When I try to argue with her, she just gets angry and more assertive that she is in control/in charge and that I am to do what she says. So far, my arguing has not worked as mom always makes me go and get in the middle seat and buckle-up.

      I am also trying to get more assertive about trying to get mom to let me out of the car when she is having trouble starting it, when she discovers I stepped in dog poop, and when the batter dies. However, this just makes her angry and she doubles down on her being in charge and that I am to stay buckled in my seat.

      In these new dreams, I find riding in the middle much more uncomfortable both physically and emotionally than I did in the dreams I had last winter. In those dreams, it was like I was along for the ride and in these dreams I want to be anywhere other than riding in the middle of the front seat of granddads reliant. I feel physically uncomfortable because of the seatbelt fitting snug on my hips; my feet being stuck on the hump; my knees bumping again the a/c controls; and my sister and then mom being pressed-up against me. I feel emotionally uncomfortable because I find it really embarrassing that I am in the middle riding between my mom and my younger/shorter/smaller sister. It also makes me fell really uncomfortable being squished between them and not having any personal space.

      If this dream keeps happening, I will try to start journaling changes I notice each time I have it to see if it starts moving in some other direction.
    5. Dream about my mother refusing to get rid of my father's stuff

      by , 09-13-2020 at 04:28 PM
      I had a dream last night that seemed to be set in the current time. When the dream started, my sister and I were in my mom’s house and were taking stuff that had belong to my father that my mom had been hanging onto out of the house and loading it into the back of a pick-up truck that had been rented from U-Haul. We were working on cleaning-out closets that in current waking life are still full of stuff that belonged to him as well as going through dressers and pulling out clothes that could be donated to charity. My mom was in the house while we were taking stuff out of the truck, but wasn’t helping us with taking things out to the truck and sometimes would intercept me or my sister and question why we were getting rid of things rather than keeping them at her house. We kept trying to explain to her that it would be best to donate whatever we were carrying out at the time so that someone in need could use them rather than having them collect dust in the house. Most of them time, we were able to convince mom it was for the best to put the stuff in the truck to be donated rather than to hang onto it, but there was some stuff that mom was adamant that we hang onto.

      Eventually, me and my sister had the bed of the truck loaded as full as it could be and were ready to take the load to a local charity to donate it. When we told mom that the truck was full of stuff, she told us to go ahead and get in the truck and that she would be out in a few minutes.

      My sister and I then walked out of mom’s house to the new pick-up truck that had the U-Haul logo on it. When we got to the passenger side door, I opened it up and then stood off to the side so my sister could get in first. She didn’t take the hint and stood by the back of the truck. When I pointed to the bench seat, she told me it was her day to choose her seat and she wanted the window so I needed to sit in the middle. I get in the truck and put the grey lap and shoulder belt on and then my sister gets and buckled-up after closing her door.

      Me and my sister then spend a long time in the cab of the truck waiting for mom to come out and drive us to take the stuff to donate. While we are waiting, my sister starts talking about our father and then starts trying to get me to share my feelings and talk about how I am doing dealing with things. I really do not want to talk about this as it is still too soon. As she keeps talking about this, her breath keeps getting worse and worse and is really overpowering and unpleasant to smell. I keep trying to change the subject, but she is fixated on talking about this so I am stuck listening to her talk about this and having to smell her breath. I stop responding to her, but she keep trying to get me to share my feelings and I keep having to smell her breath.

      Eventually, we see mom walking out of the house and towards the truck. Rather than going to the driver side and getting I, she makes a beeline to the bed of the truck and starts going through the stuff that my sister and I have loaded in the bed while we sit in the cab and wait for her to get in. I see her take a handful of stuff from the bed of the truck back into the house. She does this several more times. Since the truck has electric windows, my sister and I cannot roll them down to try to stop mom and are stuck watching her take stuff we had loaded into the truck back into the house. While mom is doing this, my sister stops fixating on getting me to share my feelings on our fathers passing and we start taking about how frustrated we both are that it is so difficult getting mom to let go of anything. As we keep talking, my sisters breath no-longer smells really bad and I am able to have a conversation with her without even noticing it. The wait also doesn’t seem as bad as it did earlier in the dream since we are talking though things I find important.

      While we are still talking, my sister elbows me and tells me mom is locking up the house and about to get into the truck and we need to stop talking about her. I then turn my head and see mom walking towards the cab of the truck and then unlocking and opening the driver side door. She then sits down in the driver seat on my left side and then closes her door.

      While mom is working on getting the mirror’s adjusted, she accuses my sister and I of trying to get rid of some of our father’s stuff without asking her permission. As she keeps complaining to use, I notice her breath is even worse than my sisters was earlier in the dream. Mom keeps voicing her displeasure to use for several more minutes after she has the mirrors adjusted.

      Eventually, she is done with her lecture and turns the key to start the truck. The battery sounds really weak and after a few cranks is completely dead. We all 3 get out of the truck and then mom decides this is some kind of sign that she is not supposed to get rid of dad’s stuff and tells my sister and I to take everything back into the house and put it where we found it. Both me and my sister have a really defeated feeling know that all of our work to go through our father’s stuff and get it donated to those who could use it was all for nothing and we now have to waste our time putting everything back in the house. I woke up from this dream while me and my sister were trying to talk mom into letting us donate some of the stuff that none of us would ever need and mom being insistent that we put it back where we found it.

      I think this dream was definitely related to some real life frustration I am feeling with my mother hording all of my fathers stuff and refusing to deal with donating it to those who could really use it, especially in the current time when there are so many people in need.