Just Another Dream Journal

A whole lot f snippets from my last 2 hour stretch of sleep.

Men were running around a town, looking for deer to have sex with. A man found one dead and was disappointed. I was a disembodied watcher and I wondered “does it really matter?”

A woman did something to a tiny pond beside a trailer. Branches grew and grew then spelled out the word “Carrot” [thanks CSI] then the branches went inside the trailer. The woman was excited and in bed. She pulled back the covers for the branches to join her.

I was disembodied but landscaping or terraforming a great stretch of land. It was in a checkered pattern of crimson and dark green. Someone was disappointed, saying I ruined their work (I think the person was my DIL)
I recall a giant T-Rex in the distance. He was wearing a sunflower umbrella over his head.

There was a battle and bombs were thrown at little flying beasts and something else. I was with 2 or 3 others and we were trying to get to chests which held health potions and weapons. But we kept getting froze in place by some monsters attacks.

I took some people to a house. There was extensive damage and they worried about wood rot. I opened one cabinet and found a small box inside. I opened it and found a note “Zhaylin. It’s so nice you came back to us.”
[Huh. I’ve never been Zhaylin in dreams before.]

That last dream was part of a whole complex story which I remember very little of. There was a great multitude of kittens in the streets. Some were sickly, some healthy. My daughter Miley was driving us out of the cursed town in an 18-wheeler and I cried and begged her to watch out for the kittens. I think there were also puppies.
Words were written into the mud of the town. They were dire warnings of one sort or another.
There were bodies of people and I character hopped a great deal.

A family was being attacked by its own members. A little girl was thrown off a boat and suspended in a bubble of water with her hand outstretched, begging for rescue.

Another snippet was being in a store, running, hiding. We found someone who also needed help but we were at odds until a common enemy was heard in an aisle. We wore hats, bowed our heads and had an impromptu religious service of song, prayer, joined hands. It was tomdisguise our identities [thank you Castle Rock]. One person was kicked in the shins when he got too carried away.

The man was the father of one of the people. He followed someone into a restroom and said something along the lines of he never thought he’d see is son in a dress and wig, but he’d still recognize him anywhere. He inquired of his wife and daughter who went missing with the son.

That’s all I got...

**EDIT**
Oh yeah. In the terraforming bit, I also removed a section of land which I noticed diverted some water. I wore a very long sash of sod, so I took it off and tried to repair what I ruined. There were animals playing around me. I worried they would fall off the cliffs but I was also a little scared of the animals. I cants really remember what they were though.

And at some other point, I dreamed of my p-doc. I was acting loopy and talking about all these miracle drugs and foods and he was trying to talk sense into me.

Now, that is it, I honk lol

from my iPad
"Ugh. Too many stress dreams. In one of them, I was young and still married to my ex. We had angry sex and kept fighting immediately after when I learned he wasn’t where he said he was going to be.

In another one, I went to a store and forgot I had driven there and forgot my car... then later I was driving on confusing roads.

I dreamed of the pup attacking what looked like a kid in the distance. There was nothing there when I got downstairs and outside. We had a very close neighbor and a kid was outside, so I asked him if the pup attacked him and he said “almost, but I know what to do” and he started singing the song from the Stop77 videos.
Jerry gave me a bunch of money to have him put down because he couldn’t bring himself to shoot him.

Then, I was driving the dog to the pound. When I got out, I was carrying something and had to maneuver around some guy vacuuming outside. I told them, while crying, that I needed to have my dog put down. They laughed amongst themselves and said “just because you forgot the combination doesn’t mean you have to kill your pet.” I then told them that he eats kittens and they agreed that he should be put down.
If I had kept his core blood and had some sort of purée, they could have made the process even less painful. I didn’t have the stuff... then I did and I asked if I could stay with him while they did it. They said I could and then I woke up."

Ugh... too much stressing over my crazy dog...