Whew! My mind must have been on overdrive of crazy last night.
the first part of my dream that I remember was being in a basement with a bunch of children, who in my dream, were my children. there were more than a dozen of them. I told them all that their dad would be home soon, so they had to either turn into paper towel rolls or disappear. They all choose paper towel rolls and then made themselves into a hanging design that looked like a little hanging lamp and they spelled out "thank you" out of their paper towel roll selves.
I go up the stairs to the garage, just in time for brad to arrive home driving a "mormon assault vehicle" full of groceries. he told me that he saw something funny moving on the wall of the garage and thought it was our children disguised as paper towel rolls. I kept reassuring him that it was not. (for some reason he wasn't supposed to know that I and the children could change ourselves into paper towel rolls.)
Then, the mailman drives up in a large produce truck with a delivery for "Brad and Marie Barrett." I'm confused as to why it would have my maiden name on it, and so is Brad. It's a package or rotten broccoli. We don't know why we got it, or why it's addressed to "brad and marie Barrett." The mailman is getting short tempered with us and just tells us to sign for it. We do, the mailman climbs back in the produce truck, and before he drives off, brad asks me if I ordered it. I say no, and so he throws the rotten broccoli back in to the back of the produce truck just as the mailman starts up the truck and drives off.
I turn around to help tak ein groceries, and we have one of those refrigerated display tables in the middle of the garage (like in teh grocery store where they have packages of cheese or hot dogs or meat). I look inside it, adn there are two long sausage links conected by a toothpick dancing together. When I see them, they start chasing some of those (i call them) teeny weenys. All covered in cheese and honey mustard and BBQ sauce.
I go in the house, but all of a sudden I'm in a conference room at some old university meeting with the presidency of a sorority/fraternity, who happens to be Brad's cousins (children of his late Uncle Bruce). they are arguing about the budget. One of the cousins is accusing them of frivolously spending her father's money, another wants to have a party with kegs, and another is picking her nose, and the other is just taking notes. I'm told to go type something up. While on the internet, I find a page about an invincible snake that when ever it's head is severed from its body, the head just turns into a smaller snake. And out from under the desk comes this black snake. I start beating it with a textbook like a bat. it flies to the wall and it's head falls off, and then becomes a smaller snake. This happens over and over until the snake is the size of a fly. I try stepping on it, but there is carpet, so I can never squish it fully.
i run out of the room and suddenly, i'm at the beach. My mom, sister Lisa, munchkin, and I are all sitting in lawn chairs at the edge of the water. Munchkin is in her playpen. the tide begins coming in, so we all move back to the water breaker wall. but Lisa keeps Naomi at the same place, and the water is coming in. she wants to teach Naomi to swim, so she doesn't take her out of the rising water. It keeps getting higher and higher, until she is completely under the water. I keep freaking out and try to take her out, but Lisa puts her back in the water face first. I finally get back to the water wall, but Naomi is gone. Brad has her, and he's coming to pick us up from the beach and everything is ok. Then I wake up.
Yeah... talk about crazy-ness. And to top it all off, oi had a very restless night's sleep. I just started a Biggest Loser challenge with my In-Laws, and one of the challenges is to get 6 hrs + of sleep per night. Every time I turned over or even got close to waking up, I would tell myself over and over; go to sleep, you need 6 hours of sleep! When I finally woke up this morning, I felt like I had not gotten any sleep at all, but I must have to have had such crazy dreams, right?
Monday, January 17, 2011
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Headless Weasel
So... I basically just dreamed that I ripped off the head of a rabid weasel and squeezed it til the eyes exploded.
I think my unconscious is a sociopath.
I think my unconscious is a sociopath.
Friday, January 14, 2011
Widow
This is hands-down, the MOST SAD dream I have EVER had. No contest.
There were kinda two parts of this dream, but interwove in an abstract kinda way.
One of the parts involved me, the munchkin, and some other people... but we were animals. Munchkin and I were some kind of hairy mammal-- a kind of monkey is my best guess. there was also some other animals, but they were all fuzzy... kinda like I knew they were there, and they had a voice, but not a defined form beyond furry and large. Munchkin had been attack by a shark (and we weren't anywhere near a body of water); her arm was brutally torn. The bone was not broken, but the skin was torn threw all around her forearm, you could see the muscle and flesh just flapping around when she moved. i laid her on a blanket in the middle of the forest. we were being chased by poachers. Munchkin suddenly started talking in her little baby voice, but clear words that I could understand, and she asked that I give her back to the shark or just leave her so the poachers could get her since she was injured. I was crying my eyes out. (remember, that we are some kind of monkey, but still our normal size). There is another monkey/sloth-person in the tree warning us that the poachers are coming and we need to get away. I tell munchkin that we need to go, but she can't crawl in the trees and swing because of her arm. As we hear the poachers getting closer, Munchkin starts crawling on all fours, laughing and smiling, all the while the skin on her arm is just flapping around. (And, I didn't realize this while I was dreaming, but I did after I woke up and was trying to remember happened-- the injured arms kept changing. When she was laying on the blanket looking up at me, it was her right arm that was hurt. But when she was crawling around towards the end, it was her left arm that was injured. I didn't think about it when I was dreaming, it never dawned on me, but when I was recalling what I saw after I woke up, I was trying to remember what arm it was, and realize that it changed part way through).
And now the really sad part--
There were a bunch of my family and Brad's that went to some island forest place for a camping trip. We had to take planes; Brad and I were on different planes. When we got there, I couldn't find Brad. I heard from others that the plane he had been on crash landed and no one could find him; it was rumored that he was dead. We were there for a week or so. I looked for him all the time, but couldn't leave the group because it was dangerous away form the camp site, which looked a lot like the Ewok camp form Star Wars, know that I think about it.
At some point during the dream, we ordered pizza... don't know how it got there, but it did. But something was wrong with it, so I had to put it in the oven and out garlic and oil on the crust of a cinnamon dessert pizza. Don't ask me why-- I still don't know.
Towards the end of the trip, we all decided to go out hiking in the mountains of the island forest place, looking for the crashed plane and Brad. While climbing up one part of the mountain, I realize that it wasn't a real mountain. it was some kind of mechanical thing, with a "cover" over it to make it look like a mountain. Like the texture of a Halloween mask or mechanical dinosaur puppet type thing. It was all fake. When I realize this, I suddenly knew that something was wrong. This is when things that looked like giant hangers with sweaters and dresses and shirts started exploding out of parts of the "mountains." Shot out like lava from an explosive volcano. We rush to get back to the base camp. Everyone is trying to find their stuff and get to their plane as fast as possible.
I just know that Brad is gone. I'm inconsolable. And I seem to have lost my wedding and engagement rings somewhere. I feel sick to my stomach, I just want to die. I'm thinking, "this can't be real. Brad is going to show up any second and give me a hug and everything will be ok." But he doesn't. Everyone keeps telling me he is gone. that he died when the plane crashed upon arrival. But that at least he died trying to save someone. Another woman offers to give me her old wedding rings because her husband has been dead for many years. it is a huge, gaudy piece of gaudy-ness. Like, a two karat diamond solitaire with a "puzzle band" (like a two part ring that goes together) that is black and silver, and the diamond solitaire ring is white gold. I out them on, but just kep crying and take it off. I don't want those-- I want MY rings. The ones Brad bought me!
I'm running around, desperately trying to find some of the things he brought. I want to keep everything to remind me of him. There's a fork and butter knife that I couldn't find. A very specific fork and knife that look different form all the other forks and knives that the other brought. (These are an actual fork and butter knife that we have; I think brad bought them at DI before I even knew him, but we still have them). I know that there is a date printed on them, and if I knew it, I could remember it. the date printed on it was 08-13-14, but brad's ghost shows up and tells me that the date printed on it was wrong, it was supposed to be 02-13-03. Neither of those dates are significant to us as far as I know.) Brad's ghost tells me that I can't touch him, since he's a ghost, but that he will help me find the things I'm looking for. They happen to be two sweaters, the fork and butter knife, and two buckets of coated gummy candy. Everyone around me keeps telling me that I can't take the things with, that we have to go. but I can't go. Brad's ghost is telling em to grab one more thing-- a chocolate bar with his mom's name on it. He asks me to take it to her. And I also have to call her and tell her that he's gone.
He hands me an iPhone to call her, but I can't do it. I take it with me to the plane, and promise that I will. I ask him to come with me, but he says he can't. that it's the last time i will ever see him, since he's a ghost, and i can't hug him. My arms and my body begin to physically ache to hug him, but there's only emptiness. It hurts so much. Like my heart and stomach have been ripped out of me. he keeps telling me that he will be my guardian angel and always be there, but I won't be able to touch or see him. he tells me to take care of naomi adn that he will be watching over us and waiting for us. I'm a bawling mess. I get one the plane, but befor ewe get off, we have to take a survey about the camping trip for the travel angency. The only question on my survey asks for my marital status, and the woman sitting next to me tells me that I have to mark "widow."
this is when I woke up. i was so scared and sad. And brad wasn't in bed anymore. (he had gotten up early to put away the clean dishes and load the dishwasher.) I get out of bed and find brad in the kitchen and just give him the biggest hug. I wouldn't let him go this morning, I was so distresses after this dream. I was crying and just wanted the hug to never end. I kept asking questions and making sure he was real and alive. i'm pretty sure he thought I was crazy. I told him my dream, and he continued to reassure me that he was ok. In fact, he talked to me for 30 minutes and left for work later than he planned because I was such a wreck this morning. i have the best husband. when he left this morning, i made him promise to me that he wouldn't die today. He felt so bad leaving, he wanted to stay with me this morning, but he had to go to work and class, and turn in his homework. But i'm definitely looking forward to spending time with him tonight.
There were kinda two parts of this dream, but interwove in an abstract kinda way.
One of the parts involved me, the munchkin, and some other people... but we were animals. Munchkin and I were some kind of hairy mammal-- a kind of monkey is my best guess. there was also some other animals, but they were all fuzzy... kinda like I knew they were there, and they had a voice, but not a defined form beyond furry and large. Munchkin had been attack by a shark (and we weren't anywhere near a body of water); her arm was brutally torn. The bone was not broken, but the skin was torn threw all around her forearm, you could see the muscle and flesh just flapping around when she moved. i laid her on a blanket in the middle of the forest. we were being chased by poachers. Munchkin suddenly started talking in her little baby voice, but clear words that I could understand, and she asked that I give her back to the shark or just leave her so the poachers could get her since she was injured. I was crying my eyes out. (remember, that we are some kind of monkey, but still our normal size). There is another monkey/sloth-person in the tree warning us that the poachers are coming and we need to get away. I tell munchkin that we need to go, but she can't crawl in the trees and swing because of her arm. As we hear the poachers getting closer, Munchkin starts crawling on all fours, laughing and smiling, all the while the skin on her arm is just flapping around. (And, I didn't realize this while I was dreaming, but I did after I woke up and was trying to remember happened-- the injured arms kept changing. When she was laying on the blanket looking up at me, it was her right arm that was hurt. But when she was crawling around towards the end, it was her left arm that was injured. I didn't think about it when I was dreaming, it never dawned on me, but when I was recalling what I saw after I woke up, I was trying to remember what arm it was, and realize that it changed part way through).
And now the really sad part--
There were a bunch of my family and Brad's that went to some island forest place for a camping trip. We had to take planes; Brad and I were on different planes. When we got there, I couldn't find Brad. I heard from others that the plane he had been on crash landed and no one could find him; it was rumored that he was dead. We were there for a week or so. I looked for him all the time, but couldn't leave the group because it was dangerous away form the camp site, which looked a lot like the Ewok camp form Star Wars, know that I think about it.
At some point during the dream, we ordered pizza... don't know how it got there, but it did. But something was wrong with it, so I had to put it in the oven and out garlic and oil on the crust of a cinnamon dessert pizza. Don't ask me why-- I still don't know.
Towards the end of the trip, we all decided to go out hiking in the mountains of the island forest place, looking for the crashed plane and Brad. While climbing up one part of the mountain, I realize that it wasn't a real mountain. it was some kind of mechanical thing, with a "cover" over it to make it look like a mountain. Like the texture of a Halloween mask or mechanical dinosaur puppet type thing. It was all fake. When I realize this, I suddenly knew that something was wrong. This is when things that looked like giant hangers with sweaters and dresses and shirts started exploding out of parts of the "mountains." Shot out like lava from an explosive volcano. We rush to get back to the base camp. Everyone is trying to find their stuff and get to their plane as fast as possible.
I just know that Brad is gone. I'm inconsolable. And I seem to have lost my wedding and engagement rings somewhere. I feel sick to my stomach, I just want to die. I'm thinking, "this can't be real. Brad is going to show up any second and give me a hug and everything will be ok." But he doesn't. Everyone keeps telling me he is gone. that he died when the plane crashed upon arrival. But that at least he died trying to save someone. Another woman offers to give me her old wedding rings because her husband has been dead for many years. it is a huge, gaudy piece of gaudy-ness. Like, a two karat diamond solitaire with a "puzzle band" (like a two part ring that goes together) that is black and silver, and the diamond solitaire ring is white gold. I out them on, but just kep crying and take it off. I don't want those-- I want MY rings. The ones Brad bought me!
I'm running around, desperately trying to find some of the things he brought. I want to keep everything to remind me of him. There's a fork and butter knife that I couldn't find. A very specific fork and knife that look different form all the other forks and knives that the other brought. (These are an actual fork and butter knife that we have; I think brad bought them at DI before I even knew him, but we still have them). I know that there is a date printed on them, and if I knew it, I could remember it. the date printed on it was 08-13-14, but brad's ghost shows up and tells me that the date printed on it was wrong, it was supposed to be 02-13-03. Neither of those dates are significant to us as far as I know.) Brad's ghost tells me that I can't touch him, since he's a ghost, but that he will help me find the things I'm looking for. They happen to be two sweaters, the fork and butter knife, and two buckets of coated gummy candy. Everyone around me keeps telling me that I can't take the things with, that we have to go. but I can't go. Brad's ghost is telling em to grab one more thing-- a chocolate bar with his mom's name on it. He asks me to take it to her. And I also have to call her and tell her that he's gone.
He hands me an iPhone to call her, but I can't do it. I take it with me to the plane, and promise that I will. I ask him to come with me, but he says he can't. that it's the last time i will ever see him, since he's a ghost, and i can't hug him. My arms and my body begin to physically ache to hug him, but there's only emptiness. It hurts so much. Like my heart and stomach have been ripped out of me. he keeps telling me that he will be my guardian angel and always be there, but I won't be able to touch or see him. he tells me to take care of naomi adn that he will be watching over us and waiting for us. I'm a bawling mess. I get one the plane, but befor ewe get off, we have to take a survey about the camping trip for the travel angency. The only question on my survey asks for my marital status, and the woman sitting next to me tells me that I have to mark "widow."
this is when I woke up. i was so scared and sad. And brad wasn't in bed anymore. (he had gotten up early to put away the clean dishes and load the dishwasher.) I get out of bed and find brad in the kitchen and just give him the biggest hug. I wouldn't let him go this morning, I was so distresses after this dream. I was crying and just wanted the hug to never end. I kept asking questions and making sure he was real and alive. i'm pretty sure he thought I was crazy. I told him my dream, and he continued to reassure me that he was ok. In fact, he talked to me for 30 minutes and left for work later than he planned because I was such a wreck this morning. i have the best husband. when he left this morning, i made him promise to me that he wouldn't die today. He felt so bad leaving, he wanted to stay with me this morning, but he had to go to work and class, and turn in his homework. But i'm definitely looking forward to spending time with him tonight.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Attacked By Snakes and the Fountain Temple
This is a two part-er that just kept jumping back and forth, so much that I don't know if there was any continuity at all, but here's my best shot at describing my most recent dream to you.
At one point, I was at a family friend's home. But in my dream, it was like a mansion with really bad, shaggy, gray carpet. All the furniture was expensive and guilded in gold, big windows and fancy looking. rooms were big, tables and seating were big, mirrors and windows were big. But not the best cared for. the carpet looked terrible, wasn't secured to the floor very well, with lumps in it, etc. Turns out, the lumps moved, or slithered beneath my feet, only to find out that it was a giant ball python looking to eat my precious munchkin. I kept trying to make it go away, but the more i tried, the more persistant the snake became. While sitting on the couch, the big snake, like 6-7 feet big, rose up before me. I grabbed a trashcan lid and started beating it on the head. which only made it angry.
skip to being in this large, black and white marbled warehouse sized room. Most if the space taken up by a fountain in the center of the room. the fountain was made of white and light blue colored stone/tile/smooth looking stuff (come on, i'm not a designer, i don't know the name for it). And water was cascading down the sides, so clean and fresh. it was surrounded by a small pool of water all around. This fountain was a temple. All you had to do to enter was be clean, walk into the water, down a submerged ramp towards a wall of water, and the door would slide up and you'd walk through the water into the temple. I joined a group to go in and walked towards the door, but on the way, I realized that I had my period, and I could not enter with out making the water dirty. I was "unclean." (Somehow, I think this came from reading the old testament before going to bed last night, a chapter that discussed the time of purification of women after their period or having a baby.) So I walked out, but as I walked through the water, the current of the fountain kept making my dress float up in the water, and people could see my garments, so I'm constantly holding down my dress like marilyn monroe, only in water.
flash back to the friend's home with the freaking snakes. We escape to a room where the giant ball python can't get us, only to find that there is a nest of baby ball python's ALL over the place, constantly trying to slither and slide up my legs to get to baby Naomi. I try stomping on them, but to no avail, they only keep getting bigger, so we must leave again.
No we're back at the temple fountain again, just in the warehouse building outside the fountain, adn my mom is with me. One one side of the warehouse is a wall with counters and a sink that is considered the kitchen. I need to wash a bowl and get water for Naomi's food. but the counter's are filthy. covered in cobwebs, dirty food dishes, mold, fungus, and general nastiness. The "sink" is a little thing barely hanging on the wall, and it's full of nasty and filthy dishes. I turn on the water, but it's brown, smelly, thick and disgusting. I can't clean a bowl and get drinkable water out of this sink.
go away from the sink to another corner of the warehouse around the temple room, and sit by a large flat screen tv to change naomi's diaper. I realize that it's kinda weird ad wrong to have a tv showing the news at the temple, so I try to turn the tv off. but when i do it just keeps getting louder. every button i try just turns up the volume. As i'm desperately trying to turn off the tv, people start staring at me messing with the tv. i know they are thinking, "what is she doing, trying to watch tv in the temple?!" The tv starts growing bigger and bigger til it takes up most of the wall...
and then i wake up, as the tv explodes, i think.
when I told my husband about this dream, he noted that he thought it was interesting that I had the two different types of water juxtaposed in my dream-- the water around the temple was pure and living water, while the water outside of it was filthy and could not satisfy. what do you think?
At one point, I was at a family friend's home. But in my dream, it was like a mansion with really bad, shaggy, gray carpet. All the furniture was expensive and guilded in gold, big windows and fancy looking. rooms were big, tables and seating were big, mirrors and windows were big. But not the best cared for. the carpet looked terrible, wasn't secured to the floor very well, with lumps in it, etc. Turns out, the lumps moved, or slithered beneath my feet, only to find out that it was a giant ball python looking to eat my precious munchkin. I kept trying to make it go away, but the more i tried, the more persistant the snake became. While sitting on the couch, the big snake, like 6-7 feet big, rose up before me. I grabbed a trashcan lid and started beating it on the head. which only made it angry.
skip to being in this large, black and white marbled warehouse sized room. Most if the space taken up by a fountain in the center of the room. the fountain was made of white and light blue colored stone/tile/smooth looking stuff (come on, i'm not a designer, i don't know the name for it). And water was cascading down the sides, so clean and fresh. it was surrounded by a small pool of water all around. This fountain was a temple. All you had to do to enter was be clean, walk into the water, down a submerged ramp towards a wall of water, and the door would slide up and you'd walk through the water into the temple. I joined a group to go in and walked towards the door, but on the way, I realized that I had my period, and I could not enter with out making the water dirty. I was "unclean." (Somehow, I think this came from reading the old testament before going to bed last night, a chapter that discussed the time of purification of women after their period or having a baby.) So I walked out, but as I walked through the water, the current of the fountain kept making my dress float up in the water, and people could see my garments, so I'm constantly holding down my dress like marilyn monroe, only in water.
flash back to the friend's home with the freaking snakes. We escape to a room where the giant ball python can't get us, only to find that there is a nest of baby ball python's ALL over the place, constantly trying to slither and slide up my legs to get to baby Naomi. I try stomping on them, but to no avail, they only keep getting bigger, so we must leave again.
No we're back at the temple fountain again, just in the warehouse building outside the fountain, adn my mom is with me. One one side of the warehouse is a wall with counters and a sink that is considered the kitchen. I need to wash a bowl and get water for Naomi's food. but the counter's are filthy. covered in cobwebs, dirty food dishes, mold, fungus, and general nastiness. The "sink" is a little thing barely hanging on the wall, and it's full of nasty and filthy dishes. I turn on the water, but it's brown, smelly, thick and disgusting. I can't clean a bowl and get drinkable water out of this sink.
go away from the sink to another corner of the warehouse around the temple room, and sit by a large flat screen tv to change naomi's diaper. I realize that it's kinda weird ad wrong to have a tv showing the news at the temple, so I try to turn the tv off. but when i do it just keeps getting louder. every button i try just turns up the volume. As i'm desperately trying to turn off the tv, people start staring at me messing with the tv. i know they are thinking, "what is she doing, trying to watch tv in the temple?!" The tv starts growing bigger and bigger til it takes up most of the wall...
and then i wake up, as the tv explodes, i think.
when I told my husband about this dream, he noted that he thought it was interesting that I had the two different types of water juxtaposed in my dream-- the water around the temple was pure and living water, while the water outside of it was filthy and could not satisfy. what do you think?
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Giant Spider Made of Dust Zombies
I haven't remembered a dream in a while. Part of that I think was my trip home for the holidays and just sleeping in unfamiliar territory. I still don't recall this one very well, but here it is...
We, my husband and I, were at home visiting my parents and siblings and friends from back home. But there was this big, about 6 foot long black snake with a huge head and moved super fast that kept following Brad and me. My parents kept telling me that it was no problem, that even though it was a highly poisonous and dangerous snake, it was their pet and that I shouldn't worry. This snake would slither up walls so fast to get at us that it was almost like it was flying. Luckily, Kayla (my youngest sister's best friend) would always catch it by the head before it got to Naomi (our daughter) to eat her. One time, she caught it, and it opened its mouth and it was full of dirt and ash that just kept spilling out every where. It was chomping and hissing at us. We didn't feel safe, so we left and went to a family friends house.
At her house, we were told the room we were going to sleep in was in the basement. We open the door down to the basement and find that there are no stairs down, but instead, we must jump down into this mamouth sized spider looking thing. As we jump down, I realize that it's not a giant spider at all; it's a bunch of zombies standing on each other in weird ways to make it look like a giant spider. As we land on the spider made of zombies, they turn to dust. (Side note: at this point in my dream, I'm observing it like watching a movie, I can see myself jump and the dust billowing out, almost like in a scene from Mummy or Prince of Persia or something like that. When we were at my parent's house, I was dreaming in "real mode" where I felt like myself, saw things as I normally see, etc.) We must whack at all the zombies to get to our bed, and eventually we get there just fine. But it's floating on water and apparently, my "guardian zombie" decided to abandon protecting me, so all the other zombies start stealing things from us-- like my wedding rings, and Brad's glasses, my daughter's diapers. We must kill all of the zombies, including my "guardian zombie" so that the water will go away that under our bed and i can get my little stolen treasures, which are hidden under the bed.
Eventually it's done, we get my rings and brad's glasses and the diapers, which are covered in this orange poopy substance, so we leave those behind and plan to go buy more asap. After wards, ensues a discussion, upstairs in the normal house, NOT in the freaky basement, about who can use a car to go to the store and if we can because it's the Sabbath.
This is about where I wake up.
Any thoughts on what this could mean?
We, my husband and I, were at home visiting my parents and siblings and friends from back home. But there was this big, about 6 foot long black snake with a huge head and moved super fast that kept following Brad and me. My parents kept telling me that it was no problem, that even though it was a highly poisonous and dangerous snake, it was their pet and that I shouldn't worry. This snake would slither up walls so fast to get at us that it was almost like it was flying. Luckily, Kayla (my youngest sister's best friend) would always catch it by the head before it got to Naomi (our daughter) to eat her. One time, she caught it, and it opened its mouth and it was full of dirt and ash that just kept spilling out every where. It was chomping and hissing at us. We didn't feel safe, so we left and went to a family friends house.
At her house, we were told the room we were going to sleep in was in the basement. We open the door down to the basement and find that there are no stairs down, but instead, we must jump down into this mamouth sized spider looking thing. As we jump down, I realize that it's not a giant spider at all; it's a bunch of zombies standing on each other in weird ways to make it look like a giant spider. As we land on the spider made of zombies, they turn to dust. (Side note: at this point in my dream, I'm observing it like watching a movie, I can see myself jump and the dust billowing out, almost like in a scene from Mummy or Prince of Persia or something like that. When we were at my parent's house, I was dreaming in "real mode" where I felt like myself, saw things as I normally see, etc.) We must whack at all the zombies to get to our bed, and eventually we get there just fine. But it's floating on water and apparently, my "guardian zombie" decided to abandon protecting me, so all the other zombies start stealing things from us-- like my wedding rings, and Brad's glasses, my daughter's diapers. We must kill all of the zombies, including my "guardian zombie" so that the water will go away that under our bed and i can get my little stolen treasures, which are hidden under the bed.
Eventually it's done, we get my rings and brad's glasses and the diapers, which are covered in this orange poopy substance, so we leave those behind and plan to go buy more asap. After wards, ensues a discussion, upstairs in the normal house, NOT in the freaky basement, about who can use a car to go to the store and if we can because it's the Sabbath.
This is about where I wake up.
Any thoughts on what this could mean?
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