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Saturday, November 22, 2008

Dreams

I hardly ever remember my dreams, but when I do, they are very bizarre. Here is the dream I was having this morning upon waking......

I am on my way to work, it is a bright, sunny morning, when I start into the construction that is going on near my house (true). As I start into the "cones" it becomes pitch black and I realize there is smoke and crumbling asphalt everywhere. I begin to panic a little because I cannot see anything, not even lights from the cars that were ahead of me, and I am worried about driving into an accident. All of a sudden I see construction workers, one of them being a friend of mine. They stop my car and make me park it and tell me I have to follow the crowd down through crumbling stone. My friend makes a comment about my high heels saying I am going to need something sturdier and points down to her cowboy boots. I ask her if there was an accident and she insinuates that it is terrorist related. I ask her if it is terrorists and she tells me no, but it is a quarantine and no one is allowed to leave the area. I get the feeling that this happens occasionally in Vegas and that I should not be alarmed. At this point I look around, and it is now bright daylight again and I can see the area is blocked off on all 4 sides by massive port-a-potties. All I can think about is how my boss is going to be mad at me if I do not get to work but I don't dare to call and tell her what is happening. I then notice that everyone is assigned a "cabin" which is the size of a small outhouse. My number is 237 and I begin to look for it. All of a sudden, Stephanie is there and is helping me look for my "lodgings". As we are walking this HUGE man storms past us towards another small man and starts bashing his head against a wall over and over. People around us start yelling for him to stop and he turns around to leave when he sees another man and starts to choke him. Now I am yelling for him to stop when he digs his fingers into the guys eye sockets (sorry, its a little graphic). No one is doing anything so I grab a dumbbell, which of course just happens to be lying there, and I smash him in the head with it and he falls over unconscious. Stephanie and I start on our way again towards the huge port-a-potties this time and a car full of girls flies by us, almost hitting us, and they are singing and hanging out the windows and I yell at them. They run into wet cement that the construction workers have been pouring and the workers start yelling and that is when I woke up.

Strange eh? Like I said, I do not remember my dreams very often, and when I do they typically have to do with destruction. Lots of darkness and the crumbling of structures, and I am always afraid in them. I think the last dream I remember having (and this was months and months ago) had to do with meteors hitting the earth and me trying to escape. I had my mother with me and we were in one of those old hippie VW vans with a bunch of other hippies. Again lots of darkness and destruction.

3 comments:

All About M.E.('s) said...

I'd try to wean yourself off of sleeping altogether. To me, it seems like the only way to stop the destruction.

Amy said...

So Scary~! Have you thought about having your dreams analyzed? What does crumbling buildings mean? Do you ever have them of your teeth falling out?

Sephalo said...

I have an idea... STOP WATCHING SCARY MOVIES, THEY GIVE YOU NIGHTMARES! :)