The worst dream that I can actually articulate, I had when I was four or five...I dreamed that I woke up in the night, and my room was dark. I was scared, in my dream, so I went to find Mommy, but the living room was dark, too, and covered from top to bottom in this thick, glowing green slime. The entire house was dripping in it. Then I found my family, my mom and dad and brother, and they were all skeletons, living skeletons, and they were covered in the slime too. I was so scared because I knew they wanted to turn me into a skeleton too, they wanted to kill me and make me like them...
I'm 22 now and I still remember that dream as clearly as if I had it last night.
Most of my other dreams are so trippy that I can't even begin to describe them. It's like someone elses' acid trip gone bad when I dream. I very rarely have a "normal", coherent dream. One that I did have, not a bad dream, just weird, that I can describe:
I was with my husband, in our house, and we decided to walk up the hill to the Scolari's that's there. We walked up, and everything was closed. No lights on in any of the stores. I walked into one store though, and saw my old boss and one of my old coworkers there, closing the store and in bad moods because there was so much to be done still. I talked to them for a minute then walked back out, only to find myself in a doctor type chair with Hugh Laurie from House looking in my ear with one of those ear light thingies, wanting to see if I was pregnant. Somehow, looking in my ear would tell him if I was preggers?
Then, House disappeared and my husband and I were walking in the parking lot, looking at the trees that were planted there. As I looked at one tree, it began to rain....on that one tree. Then my horse showed up and was running around, playing and having fun in the parking lot with us.
Then my horse vanished and my husband and I walked back home, down the hill, only, the road turned into ocean and we walked across the water to the Hawaiian islands. We wanted to get to Kauai, so we just walked across the islands like they were stepping stones until we got there.....
I told you my dreams are like someone elses' acid trip gone bad.![]()
I dreamed a few weeks ago that a best friend of mine had died and his mom, grandmother and everyone was almost non-chalant about it and his truck was parked in the EMS parking lot, (he's and EMT), and I was standing there watching his mother get in it and move it thinking the whole time, "Why is she moving it? Robert can move it. No he can't...he's dead."
That dream stayed with me the rest of the day and I still get teary when I think about it.
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