Here are today's dreams. Oddly enough, this is the most dreams that I've remembered from one night in quite some time. I credit most of this to my, (Although annoying at the time!, persistent cat and dog. My littlest dog sat outside my door whining for about 4 hours this morning, which woke me at intervals between dreams. My cat was also scratching outside my window, which kept waking me up as well. (I ignored him mainly because he could have come in the back door, since it was open, but alas, he is a lazy cat lol.)
November 13, 20006
Around 7am
(Short hair woman, silver hand gun, shooting eachother, mother, father, grandfather alive, 4 shots at father missed, Grandfather began taking stuff out of the house when woman left, hiding, priest, mother/father got help, called audrey, everyone back, audrey, lover blamed? lies!, dogs love audrey, woman comes back.)
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(Keywords to remember the dream, I often do this when the dream is particularly long so that I won't forget each tidbit as I try to recount exact details.)
The woman was short, not really stocky but not small build either. She had short, spiked, almost silver hair. I didn't know her. The car she was driving was an old jeep model, or maybe a bronco? I'm unsure about exact car model. The day outside was dreary, dark, overcast almost. She had a small, silver handgun. (I know nothing of guns, no idea what it could have been). There were several people in the room with her. It was like my family room, only it seemed compressed into a long corridor almost and the furniture was gone or out of my line of vision. The colors were mostly gray except for clothing, and the gun was a really bright metallic silver. (I remember getting a really close up look at it, like it was very signifigant.) The people were lined up, sort of huddled together near the corner at one end of the room while the spiked haired woman stood near the fireplace. It was as though I was up near the ceiling looking direcly down at the family members. (I believe it was 2 aunts and an uncle, grandfather, mother, father. None of them actual family members.) It was as though I wasn't really there, but I was to be included in the dream later. I watched as she(spike) handed the gun to one of them, and told them to shoot another. The man shot the woman, then he handed the gun to the other woman, who shot him. She then handed the gun to the grandfather, who shot her. The three of them were lying dead on the floor now. The grandfather then turned to shoot the father, (his son), and shot 4 times. He missed every single time. (Oddly enough, I don't remember ever seeing any blood at all in this dream and the gun mysteriously disappeared after the shootings.)
At this point, for some reason, the spike-haired woman left the house. I believe she left and was going to return. The mother and the father left the house to go find someone who could help. Everything was very calm, there was no feeling of stress, no feeling of remorse. The grandfather began packing things away, they looked like stuffed animals, into his truck to take away. I have no idea why. I was still at the house. A priest was coming by, my father's priest.(It was made very specific to me that this was my "Father's priest" not the family priest.) I knew that the priest was going to say the Last Rites over the dead family members, I knew he thought my father was dead too. I knew he was going to think that I had done the killing. I tried to hide in my bedroom but he found me and took me out into the main room. I told him that I was sorry I hadn't been out to greet him, I had to walk my cat. (That should have been a definite "You're dreaming!" trigger. lol)
(I remember sometime around/after the priest arrived I was watching the grandfather. I was standing in the middle of the street with two boys younger than me, cousins maybe. He was trying to get away but he crashed into a wall on a scooter or something with a little basket on it that had stuffed animals in it. We watched him stumble and sort of panic, then try to get away. Again dreary sky, very little color except the colors of clothing. The place looked sort of like the cul-de-sac I live on, only with a mixture of other dream locations I recognized. The boys and I didn't speak but we did share a knowing sort of glance.)
Sometime after this took place and the priest was gone, the mother and father returned with the police, or some officials. Again nobody seemed to pay me much attention. I walked away and went to call my cousin Audrey. (She's been dead since 1997 of cancer). The grandfather came back and everyone seemed to realize now how serious the situation was. Everyone was wondering what to do. The bodies were covered by white sheets. They were just lying there on the floor still near the sliding glass door. It had no curtains up and it was daylight, but it seemed like very little light was coming through into the room. There were some officially uniformed people wandering about, pushing the sheets around, making it look like they were doing something. As my cousin was on her way, the family was arguing about who had done this. Was it a scorned lover? Who was cheating? They started accusing either the mother or father of having an affair, but I knew it wasn't true. I told them I had called Audrey, they all looked at me like "What?! Why did you call her?" (She was basically the family peace-maker while she was alive. We were pretty close.) Audrey arrived, she looked different than I remembered, older.(She was in her 50's when she died, maybe almost 60.) She was getting something out of the trunk of her car before she came inside. I remember that my dogs got really excited as she came up to the door. The spike-haired woman came back sometime before Audrey's arrival, but I can't recall what happened to her.
Around 9am
I was at K-Mart with my mom. They were having some sort of sale, or something. She was walking around with this big piece of paper. We were going to draw a butterfly. I remember we were looking at all the clothing around us to see if we could find something that would be a good model. All the clothes had dragonfly and butterfly designs on them. Some were really pretty and I kept pointing them out, but as usual my mom didn't like them very much. Finally she decided on something she liked and sat down to start drawing. What she was drawing made sense at first...and then it began to look nothing like a butterfly. It looked some some sort of deformed caterpillar, or something. I began to tell her that she wasn't drawing the butterfly the right way. There was something wrong with the right side, the wing, she had drawn some weird circle or whatever there. She started yelling at me and got angry that I was criticizing her drawing, and she told me to leave. I said fine, and stormed out of the store. I realized I had forgotten my purse. I went back inside and walked all over trying to find it. I looked in the bathroom, behind some counters, until finally I saw it sitting near the customer service desk. I went to get it and a couple of guys who worked there, (I think), had been watching me. One of them came up to be, African American, about my height, medium-large build, nice smile, attractive. He asked me to go with him to the school dance, which didn't seem unsual to me. I said yes, and he was happy, and then I left.
Instead of exiting to what normally would be the K-Mart parking lot, I came out in a place that resembled the mall exit. I walked across this huge parking lot and saw two girls I used to know from school. Jessica and Amber were sitting on this grassy hill, eating lunch. They were eating some kind of fast food, Carl's Jr. or something I think. We started talking about something, and somehow we got on the subject of prison. We were walking away, down the hill towards the sidewalk and the street and Amber said something about solitary confinement. Jessica asked what that was, and I started explaining while Amber drew a diagram in the dirt nearby. Amber said that she knew this because her mother was a cop. (Irl her mother was a nurse.) At that point I woke up.
Around 9am
I was in a car with my brother, he wants to buy me Carl's Jr. for lunch but I say that I'm not hungry and no thanks. He's taking me home, I think. I don't know where we're coming from. It's daytime, we're driving down a country road, two lanes. There's dirt and grass and some fields I can see out my window.
Around 11am
I got up out of bed and walked into my mom's room. She was home early. I asked her why she was home and she said that Richard(her boss) had sent her home early and she was now on vacation.(She got home this afternoon and really is on vacation now.) I looked out her window and it was dreary, cloudy, barely any sun. My dog was laying on the floor while the other dog was on the bed. She asked me why I hadn't picked any roses like she asked me to. I responded but don't remember what I said. I walked into the ktichen and looked out the window, which seemed bigger than usual. I had a good view of our entire front yard, including the rose bushes, and the street. I saw that it was really windy outside, so windy it was almost blowing the rose bushes completely over. I specifically saw the pink rose bush swaying back and forth, back and forth. I woke up sometime after this.
The first dream's theme is not unusual, I generally dream of people being injured, although usually I'm the one who is getting hurt. The others dreams are typical as well, I often dream of people from my past. There were several times in the first few dreams that I knew it was a dream, but didn't really get anymore than a feeling about it.
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