Just Another Dream Journal

I SO wish I remembered more of last nights dreams!!!

I recall a man somehow tied in to me. He had cucumber slices on his face and many, many eyes.

In another dream, there were people with a third eye in the center of their head... but one boy, from the US didn’t have a true eye. When you first saw him, he had just a slight bump, but then it got bigger and bigger. It was some kind of wart. It expanded out, almost like a horn, it got bigger still until it was larger then everyone in the audience and consumed the boy. It looked like neither a horn nor a wart. It was ridged where it kept expanding, but it was expanding at the base.

Another dream was a zombie dream. But it was more old school video game meets zombies meets real life. I was in a swarm of zombies, weaving through them, trying to reach giant crystals for a speed boost what game did that come from? Sonic? Mario Cart?

Oh yeah, in yet another dream I kept passing signs in a foreign language. I kept asking a guy to translate them for me.

Oh yeah (again lol) in another dream, I was at my Grams house. My uncle was apologizing for not improving the yard. I was confused why he was making a big fuss about it. It was there yard. If they wanted dog and horse poop everywhere, there wasn’t anything I could do about it. My Grams explained it was because of the kids who play in the yard, and also because they weren’t allowed to park along the road any more....then I was swimming and my uncle was upset because I was too pretty and getting too much attention which was making him jealous (my Uncles IRL were mentally disabled. The uncle in the dream was like a mesh of those 3 in one).

Another dream was about brothers. One was beating the other and one was being sexually abused. I recall them scurrying through a small window, running, getting into trouble but that’s it.
That’s been a strange, recurring dream lately. I keep dreaming about brothers and sexual abuse.
In a dream earlier this week, I dreamed a man went back in time so he could rape his younger self. What the heck? I can usually tell or guess the origin of my dreams...

Unless the brother dreams come from a show I was binging called “Bloodline”. Okay. I can see that giving me the brothers, it what about the sexual abuse? Maybe that’s coming from the news and all the allegations against Hollywood. Hmmmm...