Nightmares

Boy, do I need a dream catcher!

What a NIGHTMARE during my nap a couple of days ago, the day before my twins returned from their two week visit with their dad, and shortly after my husband and I returned from our trip to Arizona.! This one was so intricate, and it left me feeling haunted for the rest of the day.

I have written about crazy dreams/nightmares before, and I've written about recurring dreams before. I can't even begin to describe this dream in all its vividness, and I think if I described the entire dream, some of you might think I was seriously disturbed. Granted, you may already think that! LOL

Let me give you the gist. My husband and I along with my twins and oldest step-daughter and our dog, Rocky, were on vacation in Arizona. It didn't resemble the Arizona we just visited in real life, but it was Arizona in my dream. I don't know why the oldest step-daughter wasn't with us. Off somewhere with friends, probably.

My girl twin and I had gone off alone in a car to explore. I let her drive. SHE'S 12! We kept going up and down hills and through the casinos and resorts and around more curves than a roller coaster. The driveways of the hotels were actually part of the street. You couldn't go around them. At one point, the drive was actually part of a water ride. I took over driving, and Ang was supposed to be looking at some photos on the laptop. She fell asleep, and I reached over and pulled her hair hard, my tender-headed child, until she woke up. She told me she had lost $500 that morning when she was hanging out our hotel window. Someone had snatched it from her. Where did she get $500? She said it was her brother's money that he got from selling junk he didn't want anymore.

Neither of us could remember where we were staying, the name or location. (Maybe that's why I call myself Forgetfulone?) I would remember that in real life, though. We drove in the general direction. All of a sudden, we were on a motorcycle - yes - with the cell phone and computer with us, but the cell phone was losing power.

I'm going to leave out a lot of this. We ended up finding one place open, a smoky bar where only one person spoke English. She was supposed to help us get a phone book. That didn't work out, so we were back outside looking around (leaving out some scary stuff here, too). Anyway, I went in to plead with the girl at the bar to call 911. I thought Ang was right behind me. She wasn't. I went back outside only to find the computer smashed to the ground and my daughter gone.

Frantically I searched for her through narrow streets enclosed on two sides by rock walls. At one point, giant gopher-like animals were dropping ceramic bowls on the street below to break them. I found three cardboard boxes, and that's where I found my daughter, unharmed.

I'll leave out a bit more craziness and end this by saying we never found our way home before I woke up! Why couldn't I remember the name or location of the place where we were staying? Why didn't my husband try to call me? Wasn't he worried? Why was no one on the street or out and about, and how come no one could speak English? And who took Angela? How was I able to find her so easily, unharmed? And what's with the gophers and the ceramic bowls? And why was I letting a 12 year old drive in the first place? And how did we suddently go from a car to a motorcycle?

Oh, I left out so much because this dream was too vivid and too weird. Correction: NIGHTMARE. Thank God it wasn't real! Care to comment?

These Dreams... Continued

I had two recurring dreams as I was growing up. The first one was about a bear chasing me in the forest. I had that dream at least once a week when I was from the age of remembering dreams until I was about 7 or 8 (till 1972 or thereabouts).

The other recurring dream started when I was about 8 or 9 (1973-1974). It was always about an evil house. It was a two story house (maybe 3) , with big dormer windows in the front and a balcony on the side. I never even lived in a two story house until three years ago, so I don't know why I was dreaming about one. Anyway... the house was bad, as in evil. It trapped me inside, with the walls closing in. There was a force stronger than I, and it was pulling me. I always remember waking from that dream in a cold sweat trembling with fear. I had this dream over and over many times until I was a teenager

The bear story? Who knows what that was all about. But I swear the house in the second recurring dream (nightmare) was the Amityville House, and I dreamed about it before the murders happened (1975) and before the movie came out (1979). It's really freaky. I've only shared this with a few other people - because people tend to disbelieve me, but it's true. The same thing didn't happen in my dream that happened with the murders or the movie, but it was the same house! I was going to put a picture of the house on this post, but I just can't. I don't want to look at it every time I open my blog for the next few days. You can check out these links if you want to. Google book search, movie from 1979, movie from 2005, or the official website.

Things like this freak me out. I don't even go to scary movies - well - not the typical scary movie like Amityville or The Omen. I just don't watch them. And I hate crazy dreams that startle me awake, that make me afraid of the dark, that fill me with dread for the entire day.

One commenter on the previous post (which can be found here) said she will go through a whole day feeling affected by the dreams she has, just like me. For example, if I dream I'm mad at my husband, or if I dream he did something wrong, I will feel that way the entire day. Dreams can be so darn realistic that it's hard to separate them for real life!

Anyone care to share or comment?