Suena

Last night, I had some long and vivid dreams that I attribute to some good wine and some tequila (what a mix, right?)

The first dream was about some sort of plague, or virus that had spread. Very cliche. However, it was just me and my son and we were staying in some sort of hotel with a bunch of other survivors. Everybody was cautious of eachother. There was a main apartment where a man lived who sort of ran the whole thing. He was the leader, or the person who was keeping tabs on people and what not. I was a second hand to him. He trusted me and I trusted him. I went up to his place where some others were and I remember I kept discovering these vents under the carpet and I was cutting out the carpet so that the vents were showing. We didn't know what these meant, but we thought that the "others" were somehow infiltrating us through them. A few girls showed up. One of them was "infected" so we thought. We started testing her. I could tell she was infected because her pupils were dilated so big that you couldn't see any color. She was really scared and I was trying my best to comfort her at the same time I was trying to figure out if she were sent. The other two were crying.

I remember making it back down to my apartment with my son. I shut the door and locked it. The place looked exactly like a portion of my house. The middle bedroom, small, and a small bathroom connected to it. There was an armchair and a crib. I think I had a T.V. also.

Something changed in the dream and suddenly I was exiting and entering through a door on top of my place that lead to a street. The street was full of broken down cars and it was chaotic. People running around, being chased. I was sitting at the top of this with my son below me. Two people approached me, I guess they were my friends. They wanted me to come with them somewhere but I told them I couldn't because of my son. Then this guy walked up, perfect looking. He was attractive but that's not what I mean by perfect, I can't explain it. He was just caring and he offered to watch my son while I went with them. I told him thanks and that he was amazing for doing this for me. He said he enjoyed kids and that he would take care of him and protect him. I kissed my son on the head.

That's the last of that dream I remember.

The last dream I had before I woke up, I was at school. It was kind of like high school. I had just left one class and was on my way to another and there was a woman in a little booth selling necklaces. For some reason I thought they were really pretty, even though they were very child-like. There were green and black beads strung on a string. I was really interested in one that had turquoise beads with black. I was talking to her and we had some sort of connection. She was really cool. Then she asked me something strange, and somehow it was related to the necklaces. She said, "Do you have dreams often?" I laughed and nodded. She then asked me, "Do you remember them?" I said yes, and then I said "I actually practice Lucid Dreaming," she gave me a funny look and I went on, "The first thing I have learned to do is to remember my dreams." She seemed interested and gave me a knowing look.

I haven't thought about lucid dreaming in a while and I feel like that should have made me realize I was dreaming. I hate that.

I went on to my next class and I took a seat. It was Biology class. I noticed a couple of friends of mine, M and S. M was talking to S and I was just watching them. Then my husband came into the room and woke me up. I hadn't realized I had been sleeping straight for almost 10 hours.