Mydera

Dream One: I'm at a water park with some family and friends. Everyone seems to be having a great time, but I'm stressing out over something. I don't remember what it was, but considering I had so much go wrong yesterday, I'm sure it's carried over depression and probably not anything specific. There's a guy there with long blond hair, but I'm pretty sure it's not Kurasawa He actually looked a bit like Yo from Deadman Wonderland but several years older and more... hardened? tough? Scruffy? All of the above I guess, lol. Anyways, I'm literally pacing back and forth in front of a pool, and it's dark so the only lights are the ones coming from inside the pools. This guy is standing about six feet away from me at the closest point just watching me pace and wring my hands. I start getting even more upset because no one seems to notice me at all except this guy, and he seems to me indifferent to the fact that I am so upset. He doesn't feel like just some random guy either, in the dream I feel like we're really close, and so being ignored by him makes me even more upset. I feel like I'm going to burst into tears at any moment, and so I just switch to bitch mode and tell him I'm sick of this place and I'm leaving. He reaches out and grabs my arm as I walk past him to the exit though, and spins me around to face him. He asks me if my headache is that bad still, and I look at him like he's crazy. I don't have a head ache, so I ask him what he's talking about. He claims that I posted on facebook I had a headache last night, and he thought the reason I was pacing and wringing my hands was because the migraine hadn't gone away. Apparently he didn't want to say anything because he knew sounds and light would make my head hurt worse. I can't help but laugh because the whole time I thought he was ignoring my mood, he was actually being really considerate, he just didn't understand what was wrong. He gets flustered that I'm laughing and tells me that "father" asked him to watch over me when he was gone, and it's not funny that he's struggling to fulfill that duty. I get dream memories of this "father" actually being a good friend, not really a dad, but we joked and called him father because he was always watching out for us and keeping us out of trouble.

Dream Two: I'm hanging out with a friend that I haven't seem in years. I'll call her G G is skyping with her boyfriend, but when I see the guy on the screen he looks really familiar. I'm pretty sure in fact that I dated him once, but he's giving her a fake name and acting like he's someone different. SO I hide out of view of the camera, pretending to play Legos with my daughter and listen trying to catch the dude making a mistake in his lie. My daughter gets mad at one point and really surprises me telling me the rockets don't go in the hanger they go in the weapons bay. I actually make the comment that my 3 year old knows the difference between a hanger and a weapons bay, I didn't even know there was a difference! Then I look out the friend's back door, and notice that we're on the beach on a fifth or sixth floor with a balcony. I stand half out the door and watch the water below. I see something red floating in the water that looks like a big red barrel, and I think that's really odd. I wake up.

Dream Three: I'm walking through a foggy dark tunnel area. I have two different vision options, like in Assassins creed you have "eagle vision" and I'm fighting monsters kind of like Pokemon. I have a little radar that tells me when one is nearby, but some can only be seen with the special vision while others can only be seen with normal vision. I reach a set of four monsters that I can not beat. I have to beat them one at a time, and can skip one monster that I choose, but for some reason they kick my but and I get game over three times before I finally wake up.

Dream Four: I'm in the dark walking through a field with my two kids. I see a gypsy wagon nearby, and I walk towards it. There's a lady selling candies in the wagon. She's pretty, but then she smiles and is missing several teeth and looks a bit creepy. I try not to let it bother me, and my kids can't see her because the wagon is so tall. I buy a couple of suckers from her for the kids, but they're not like suckers, they're more like sweet tarts on a stick. I let the kids start eating them, and I start walking towards this glowing campfire. I pass by some bleachers to get there, and wonder if this is a football field or something with no markings. There's a group of people at the campfire, and a guy standing on a box in front of them all, talking loudly and happily, like he's teaching and telling a story at the same time. Again, it's a guy with long blond hair almost to his shoulders. The kids and I get into the ring of light from the campfire, and then the guy jumps down excitedly and fishes me out of the crowd. Everyone seems happy to see me, and I'm not really sure who all the people are. The guy tells me he's glad I showed up when I did, we need to go over some of our plans. Then he pulls me to the side, and all the people give us distance. We sit down on the grass and he starts rambling off plans that I feel like I need to write down. I tell him to hold on I need to write this down, and I grab a pencil and notebook out of my bag. I reposition myself so I'm laying down on my belly next to him now and can use the ground to write on. Suddenly though, he tenses up and stops talking. I start wondering if maybe I'm too close, maybe I shouldn't have laid down to write because it seems to be making him uncomfortable. He starts talking again, but when he starts to talk with his hands, and his elbow bumps me he goes silent and scoots away. I look up to see my kids still with the group of people eating their suckers and laughing and making silly faces. I feel upset, and I wonder why I'm so upset, nothing bad has happened, but I'm still really depressed suddenly and every little thing is making me sad. My kids having fun without me, the guy suddenly moving away and not finishing talking so I can take notes. I wake up, and can't manage to go back to sleep.

I at least know the reason behind the sad theme to my dreams last night. I had one of those days where it feels like everything is going wrong. We got a water leak, I was supposed to get a new phone but didn't because the salesman couldn't tell me what was reliable and didn't know jack about his phones, my husband didn't watch the kids while I was trying to talk to the salesman so they literally climbed the display at the phone store, when we got home my phone decided once again to start acting up and stopped charging (but this morning it charges with no problems, wtf) and when I go to listen to music to make me feel better, my mp3 programs decides it's going to crash everytime I open it. Yes, it was a bunch of trivial crap that shouldn't have bothered me, but putting it on top of the crap that's been going on for the last month (and had made me so disinterested in dreams as of late) it was enough that I actually cried tears of relief when I got my mp3 player to work.