Ruesia's Dream Journal

I had this dream Dec. 16. Slept more than usual

I was at my parents house. I had parked my car there, but for some reason, someone impounded it. I knew I had to be at work, and was running around trying to find out where the impound yard was. Passersby said it was at the bottom of the road, in the old junkyard. I was trying to find it, but was slow and sluggish and couldn't get there quickly enough. I remember studying the 'No Parking' signs on the road and they showed that I had parked legally during a specific time frame. I was furious.

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Everyone was wearing civil war era clothing. Bright colors, red coats- for some reason. We were out in the desert, moving the troops. I was there with my fiance/husband. He was a colonel of some kind- had authority. In my dream, I had a vision I was going to be shot. I remember falling down, then seeing blood on my necklace in front of me. I told my husband this, and he was concerned, and told me he would protect me. We continued on. We came into a skirmish, I was shot. I remember falling down and my necklace wasn't there. But then I reached in my pocket, and there it was, a bright, silver chain covered in red blood. My husband was there and he was holding me and I told him not to let me go.

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We were inside a dwelling. There were people crying, wearing dark colors. There were a few people seated on a bench, holding vigil candles. I remember being confused, until I saw my husband on the bench. He looked sick. I realized that he was terminally ill. He was going to die. I began to cry too, and I tried to reach him, but they held me back. They handed each of the loved ones of the 'victims' on the bench a token of thanks from the government. I remember they gave me a pendant and a bristled, rug-like material that had on it his coat of arms for my husband. I sank down with the items and I sobbed, staring at him. I was pleading for him not to go. That I needed him. That I couldn't live without him. He sadly observed me, but he was powerless.

A man appeared with a green liquid in clear glasses. I knew it was poison. I began to shriek, clinging to the rug they'd given me. A younger man took the poison first. It bulged in his cheeks as he almost vomitted. It must have tasted horrible. He was afraid to swallow and stood there, the liquid in his mouth. An older woman grasped a glass and swallowed, gagging as it went down. She then sat down and 'dozed off'. I was overcome with grief. I was reaching for my husband as he took a glass. He quickly drank it and then seated himself on the bench. I was crying out for him, laying on the floor, people holding me back, my fingers clawing at the floor. He was looking at me, and I could see the poison working. I was screaming, crying, sobbing. My entire world was ending. I watched him as he slowly slipped away into death. I lay on the ground while everyone died, and then they began to take the bodies away. I stared at the rug and noticed I'd worn claw marks into it. I continued to sob into it.

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I was walking down the streets in LA (or what was in my mind LA). It was getting dark and it was cold. I was walking down the road, there was a large grassy area to my right and older, brick buildings to my left. I was walking and noticed I'd gotten into a darker place and there were homeless people laying by the buildings. I grew alarmed and tried to run, but could only walk. I then spotted the Long family. They were eating a picnic in the park. They saw me and they told me I had to leave with them; that this wasn't a safe place to be alone. We were walking together, and I saw my dad on a bike. I called out to him, but he just kept riding.

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We were in a restaurant and I was showing off my ring to the Longs. They were admiring it. It was sunny and warm. We then walked down the stairs into a courtyard with cobblestones.

I woke up