This post will be pretty long...
Catching up on all the dreams I can remember so I can work on my recall and yada yada yada...
Mom, there's a wolf in the cabinet.
This dream is the only dream I can remember exactly everything that happened, and I know I must've been really young at the time.
My mother and I had just got home from shopping, but my sister and father wasn't with us (I haven't a clue why.) We come into our double wide trailer from the kitchen door, and for some reason my attention goes directly to the cabinet. I stare for a few moments and then point, saying, "Mommy there's a wolf in the cabinet!" Getting very excited, (the wolf is my favorite animal, and always has been.) I run closer to the cabinet, but oddly enough I run right into the dining room and I fall through the vent in the floor. I look around and there are bunches of wild animals. Snakes, tigers, bears, and such. I look up and my mother is looking down at me, I reach my hands up and she's trying to help me out of the dark room under the vent, but she fails. I look back at the animals who are now all coming towards me. I wake up.
Train Station?
I'm with my mother and my sister, and we're standing under a bridge type structure, everything seems dark and grey. We're waiting for something, although I don't know what. I turn and look behind me. When I turn around my sister and mother are gone. I am scared. I wake up.
The Man Who Knows Me.
I wake up and go into my mother and fathers bedroom. There is a young man in there, maybe about 4 years older than I was at the time. I asked him who he was and he replied, "No, the question is, who are you." I was confused. This was my home. Not his. He then proceeded, "You are Lindsey _______ ________. You are ? years old. (and other things about me that are true are said. I cannot remember everything he told me that was about myself.) I looked at him in shock. How did he know me, I'd never seen him before in my life. I immediately felt at ease and comfortable, I'm not sure why. In my parents' bedroom there was a window on each side of the wall where their bed was against. I walk over the to the left of the room, and go to open the window. "Don't do that. Something bad will happen if you open that window." the young man says. I look at him as if he knows everything and I ask him what will happen. He doesn't respond. So I go to the other window, on the right, where he is standing and proceed to open that window instead. The dream flashes to us being outside in the yard. I notice what he looks like now. Taller, dark hair and eyes. Smooth skin and sort of pale looking. He was wearing a black hat.(I don't really know how to describe the hat, all I know is that it seemed French to me for some reason.) And he was playing a harmonica. He stopped playing and looked at me and smiled. I smiled back and waved and he walked down the rocky drive way and disappeared. I woke up.
Saving the World?
The scene as it was, was the parking lot in front of our apartment building, but in the dream, it was known as "Headquarters". There was a crack in "headquarters" or "the parking lot". And I had to save it by getting the crystals back from "insert some evil person here." I believe right about now into the dream I almost became lucid. I started throwing the crystals into the crack, as I'm saying to the other people who are dressed so beautifully I start waking up, "Come on we have to save it before it's too late."
I then wake up from my mother and sister shaking me as I'm laying on the top bunk in my shared room. They are looking at me as if I've gone mental. My mother then says, "You were throwing pennies at your sisters head."
Now that I'm older, I find that dream and what happened afterward pretty humorous.
The men on the back porch
I'm in the kitchen of our apartment, looking out the window into the very small backyard we have. There are three men. I instantly know they are breaking in. And when I think that, they all look at me. I wake up.
The most recent dreams I've had that I can remember. I had all of these dreams before I knew what LD's were.
Driving down the road.
I'm driving down a road that I'm familiar with in my city. I'm terrified and scared. I realize I'm driving and not old enough to yet. I realize it's a dream, and everything starts changing. I panic at the fact I'm driving. Everything gets blurry. I see that I'm about to run into another car, head on. I wake up.
I was the little girl.
This nightmare truly scared the living hell out of me.
I am on a computer. I look up from it and everything in the room is white. Everything. The walls. The computer and the computer screen. The tv, the bed. Except I realized that it was my old bedroom from our apartment. Just different. On the tv was static. I stand up and look out the window. I felt relief that outside wasn't all white. I notice a little girl, standing behind a small leafless tree. As if she were hiding, playing a game. She was short, had blonde hair and was wearing a white nightgown that was bloody. In a flash, she wasn't standing behind the tree anymore, and I could see her face. It was terrifying. She looked as if she had been in a car wreck, and that she was dead. In another flash she was walking up towards the window. I panic, and feel like I can't breathe. I try closing the window, but realize it's a different type of window. I have to slide it up for it to be closed. The little girl is getting closer and the window seems to be jammed. I give all my strength and I get the window closed just as the little girl gets right at the window, staring at me. I turn around so I can't see her anymore, and tell myself I HAVE to get out of this room. I walk into the hallway. It seems to be similar to the hallway of our old apartment. Except longer, narrower, and dark. I start walking down the hallway, feeling relief. I get about mid length down the hall, and walk past a mirror. I stop. And take two steps backwards, and look at the mirror. My reflection was the little girl. I woke up.
The continuous flying dream.
I've had this dream a lot.
Me and my mother and more people that I know are standing around. Everyones talking but I hear nothing. I start to float above the ground. My mother looks up at me and starts to say something, but I still hear nothing. I get above the trees and powerlines and realize that its night time. I start floating forward and the wind splashing against my face overwhelms me. I panic a bit and start to fly higher. I then feel like I have full control. And then suddenly realize I don't. I don't know why but it sets me at a very comfortable state. And I let the wind pass me along with it.
Excuse the long post, I just wanted to get all my past dreaming up to date. I don't know why exactly, I just feel that it's better if I do that.
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