Mydera

Dream One (Fragment): There was some guy that I some how thought was from here was attacking me and trying to take something from me. It confused me because everyone I've ever talked to on here has been really nice. I actually woke myself up thinking, "This is wrong, people on Dream Views aren't mean!"

Dream Two (Fragment): The same guy shows up again. This time he's really nice though. He tells me that he's going to help me and be my dream guide. I don't think anyone here would seriously be interested in trying to come into my dreams, they're pretty boring most of the time, lol. I was online just before bed though reading dream journal entries and no doubt that's what did it! Still, if anyone happened to be attacking a chic last night, then did a 180 and offered to be her dream guide, it might have been me, ha ha.

Dream Three: I'm taking off my wedding ring. I've just gotten a letter that states I am officially divorced. My husband is next to me, and he seems sad, but also proud. It turns out we've decided to divorce, not because we dislike each other or anything, but so that I can fulfill some guy with cancer's last wish. He wants to marry me and spend his last couple months with me by his side. I feel guilty at first because I know I really don't feel the same way about the cancer guy as he feels about me, but the smile on his face when I'm around reminds me that the important part is that he dies happy. If he smiles like that every time he sees me, I can totally live with this for a few months. It makes me happy knowing I'm making him so happy. There's a party, and I "propose" to him. The ring gets dropped, but it's all good, and he is so happy he's got tears running down his face.

Dream Four: I'm sitting at a counter in a kitchen. I'm really short, then somehow I know I'm only 5 or 6 year old. There are two men in the room watching tv. One is an ex boyfriend who was an alcoholic and a big time cheater. The other guy looks familiar, like a guy we walked past in town sometime or someone I've seen on facebook or something. There's a "ding dong" sound, and I realize this kitchen is part of a home with a business office in the front. The ex boyfriend, walks past me into the office that is behind me. I jump down off the stool and peek around the corner. There's a pretty girl who needs some sort of help with something. Her car maybe because he was a mechanic when I dated him? He comes into the kitchen and tells his friend to come along. Apparently he's planing on doing the chic while his buddy fixes whatever is wrong. The friend motions to me and asks if it's really ok to leave me home alone. The ex says I'll be fine, then tells me to go upstairs and go to bed like a good girl. I'm scared, but I do just what I'm told because I'd rather be hiding under the covers than in the dark kitchen alone with no where to hide. A short time passes, and then I hear a sound like maybe a helicopter. An old man walks into the house and I see him walking into my room. He seems surprised to see me there, and I think I'm going to be in trouble, but then I notice there's a red orange glow behind him. The house is on fire! He is freaking out now that he has to get me out of there so the fire doesn't hurt me (and now that I'm awake I wonder if he thought the house was empty and started the fire himself, for suicide or something) We can't get out, the fire is on the stairs. There's a window, and I climb out it, but I can't jump, it's too far! I'm trying to tell the old man to climb down because he's tall enough to reach the hand holds, but he doesn't want to. Suddenly I see dozens of giant rats in the street climbing up the wall. It's freaking me out at first, but then I see that the look like the pet rats my brother and I had as kids. They reach the window, and link tails and arms and wrap around the old man, then they act as a rope and lower him out of the building. I think I'm going to jump out into his arms then, but he runs off instead leaving me behind. The rats are starting to burn and catch fire, so they leave. I'm alone, but then a boy in chainmaille and red tunic who looks a lot like Russel Brand (definitely a kid in the dream though) is standing there telling me to jump and he'll catch me. I feel like he's let me down somehow in the past and I don't trust him. I'm afraid he'll drop me or hurt me or leave me or something. I'm not sure what I'm afraid of, just that I am. He promises he'll take care of me, he promises I'll be safe and that I need to jump or I could die. Finally, I do jump. He catches me, and sets me on the ground. I curl up in the fetal position and Notice I have a teddy bear in my arms. I drift out in third person and am looking at my body... but that little girl looks nothing like me as a kid after all. I wonder who I was, then I wake up. I can point to why I dreamed I was a child in this one. Yesterday evening while at Walmart with my husband and kids, a lady said to me "You look like a baby yourself, and those two babies are yours?!" I gave her the same response I give everyone, "Believe it or not, I'm actually 25, and yes, those are my children." She then tells me that I am aging really well, and told my husband he "got himself one that would never look old." No doubt that's why I dreamed I was my oldest kids age.