SilentDream

8-10-2013 (Dream from last night. I got up to write this down at 2:30 a.m.)

I woke up after having only been asleep for a couple of hours and remembered my dream. I had to really fight to remember it, but I was able to.

So it was just barely dark outside. We were in some area where there were bleachers, so it may have been a sports arena type place. I’m not exactly sure, but that’s what it looked like. My husband had a bag of weed and a pipe. He asked me to load the bowl and give everybody on the bleachers a hit. They all started cheering and clapping. Whooping and hollering. They were all pot smokers and were happy. So I loaded the bowl and walked over to the bleachers across from us. There were guys and girls there, and I handed the pipe to the guy on the end. He handed it back to me and said here, you take the first hit girl. My hands were full, so he took the stuff I was holding, and I took a really big hit. I remember thinking…I don’t really want to get stoned. I don’t like how it feels anymore. But I took the hit anyway. Then I gave it back to him and he took a hit as well. He passed it on to the person next to him.

Across from where we were standing, there was another set of bleachers. My husband went over there and sat down to talk to the people there and smoke some weed with them. I think there was a girl he was chatting up too. I remember feeling really uncomfortable talking to the people on my side, but I sat down next to one of the girls. She handed me the pipe and I was going to reload it for her. She said, I was pointing the pipe at your head, for you to smoke; not reload. Anyway so I get ready to leave and go to grab what’s left of the weed. But instead, the bag that I see is full of crack and it’s just lying there on the bleachers. I grab it and comment that this is certainly not weed and that it doesn’t belong to me. I give it to the girl, commenting that it must be hers.

Next thing I know, husband and I are standing away from the bleachers. There are three security guards standing next to us. Its winter, snow is on the ground and it’s icy out. All of the sudden husband takes off running. I can’t keep up with him and it’s hard to see because it’s dark outside. I run behind him and on the left hand side of the street there’s a shed that he went into and locked the door. I can’t get in so I jump up on the side of it. There’s a little opening like a little slit where I put my fingers in to pull myself up. Instead of pulling myself up, though, most of the wall comes crashing down around me.

8-10-2013 (Dream at nap time):

Today I experienced whooshing sound that only lasted a few seconds each time. Then I would notice it and wake myself up too much for it to continue. I need to set my intention to not do that; to relax through it.

This dream was either really fragmented or that’s just how I remember it. Dad and I were sitting on the side of a hill that was covered in dirt. I was a little bit higher up then he was, and I had the perfect spot. It was an indented area that fit around me like a comfortable chair. As dad and I were talking, I was pushing dirt down the hill with my feet, making a landslide of sorts. The hill wasn’t really all that big or high up, and at the bottom was my house. The big hole in front of the living room had a bunch of muddy water inside it. I get the feeling that dad and I were taking a rest from doing some work around the property. Mom and my brother were in the dream as well.

So dad starts talking to me about how when we were kids we cost him a lot of money. He said that I had changed, but my brother was still costing him money to this day, because he owed him thousands of dollars and would not pay him back. I was very uncomfortable with the conversation so tried to change it to something else. Mom heard what he said from the bottom of the hill and was visibly upset. Dad said to me, look at mom. She’s mad at me now, and he put his head on my shoulders as if he were really sad. I pet his head like a mother would a child and told him that it would be okay.

Mom was working around the property and said that she was feeling a little bad; that she needed to get her blood sugar up because she hadn’t eaten anything. I tried to get her to eat something but she refused. We walked into the house and through the kitchen. There was a half-eaten cake on the table, and I said, Hey! This is perfect and it’ll raise your blood sugar. Won’t you have a slice of cake before you do anymore work? I don’t remember if she at the cake or not.

While mom and I were on our way outside, dad was on his way inside. We met up on the front porch and my brother was there too. He started to sing a garth brooks song. Dad made fun of him, teasing him by telling him not to quit his day job. I asked my brother if he still liked Garth brooks and he said he liked some of his music still and listed a few of his favorite songs. As my brother was walking away, I was following him when I saw a kangaroo with a baby across the yard. I decided to get a little closer to get a better look. The mom kangaroo got mad and chased me all the way to our green car. I ran for my life and jumped inside, hiding from her so she wouldn’t stomp or punch me. Shortly thereafter I remember hearing my brother tell mom and dad that I was in the car hiding from a kangaroo. Dad told me that it was safe to come out; she was gone. I didn’t dare come out though, because I didn’t believe that she was really gone.

Later on dad and I were back up on the side of the hill. He asked me, “Did you see what’s inside that hole down there?” I said no so he pointed to the hole and told me to look. I did and I noticed the muddy water was bubbling like it was boiling. He told me to keep watching, so I did. Soon a toy (looked like a giant remote control) car appeared in the hole. It was a black and white Volkswagen and was working the mud. As it was doing this, the mud was slowly disappearing from the hole. I thought that was pretty cool and dad seemed impressed as well.