This dream had me waking up with a confused smile on my face. What I mean by that is that it was a pleasant dream but not something that would probably happen in real life, but it could. Here it is…
I am an adult in this dream as are all my family and friends, but I am going back to a time of my childhood. A time where my dad was still alive and my parents were still married (or at least , but I was an adult living in a life that I am currently in. The dream begins with me going to visit my dad at his auto mechanic shop. I head towards the office area and notice that the storage area is full of bikes and bike parts. These are pedal bikes, like the ones you ride for recreation, family bikes. They are not motorcycles. It looks like the storage area has become a bike shop. There is a customer perusing the bikes and parts. I smile and nod and continue to look around. My dad walks up and says hello, then heads towards the customer. Then a motherly figure in my life that I knew/know, walks up and we start a conversation. Lets call her Stacy for this dream. I was a little surprised to see her, she didn’t even know my dad. Then my mom walks up. Now I understand the connection. My mom is friends with Stacy. More confusing to me is why my mom was there. Did she bring Stacy along for support? Boy was I surprised to see my mom and dad happy to see each other, remember in real life they would have been divorced. So they were still married and I was happy to see my dad and his new bike shop.
This is all, I woke up.
I woke up from this dream breathing rapidly and very concerned.
It starts out at my mothers house. I was inside with my mother and younger sister. We heard this odd noise like something was moving but it wasn’t something with legs? A noise like something being dragged. We are looking around and here slithers a ten foot long snake! This sucker was about 6 inches in girth and in our house! We were all very frightened and kind of freaked out. As we were screaming we realized that we needed to do one thing… get it out! So we all started figuring out a way to get it outside. Someone grabbed a broom and I flung open the door. None of us had ever had to heard a snake that large and didn’t know how it was going to react. Thankfully it slithered to the path of least resistance, which was out the door. The next thing that happened was worse. My youngest sister was outside and to our surprise, was really excited to see the snake. She screamed out in joy and ran up to cuddle it (this is definitely a dream, no chance of that ever happening in real life). I yelled in my most authoritative voice at her to stay away from the snake. She glanced over her shoulder at me and proceeded towards the snake. I yelled again, I felt like I was helpless to get her to stop and back away. Turns out, I was helpless. She Walked up to the snake, I tried one more time screaming for her to get away but she didn’t listen. The snake bit her hand and I chopped its head off with a machete. My younger sister took my youngest sister to the hospital and I took a picture of the snake and put its head in a bag and followed. After the hospital visit was over I swung by my old high school to pick up a friend, I used to pick up this friend from time to time when she was in high school in real life. In dream land she was still in high school. I also picked up two of the high school students I know from my church. We were all going to my youngest sister’s birthday party. Yes she survived the snake bite. We got near my mothers house, where the party was, and found that the whole area had been heavily wooded since yesterday and we had to park a 1/4 mile away and hike through the woods to get there. The neighbors had built this giant tree house about 70 feet up in a tree. We got to the party and said hi to my youngest sister and told her happy birthday. She said thank you and began to walk away with an old friend of ours. I asked where they were going and she said that he was taking her to some other persons party. I was confused and told her that she can’t just leave her own party. She said that she only wanted to go and say hello then she would be right back. Well, she didn’t come back and people began leaving. The male high school student I picked up went and checked out the tree fort. The friend that is not in high school anymore, but is in the dream walked away and the young high school girl went in the house. I too went in the house and found one of my old high school history teachers inside helping the female student on a project. I joined in and together we figured out the best way to hang a picture perfectly in the center of the projectors light. They left, but the weirdness and the dream did not end. In walks my middle school math teacher. He says we have to work on an assignment and plops his book on the table. It was at this time that I needed to go to the bathroom. I looked around and there was the toilet right smack in the middle of the room. So I took a breath and sat down to go. No sooner did I sit down I felt a tickle on my tush. There were baby mice running around through the seat and lid of the toilet. I jumped up and pulled my pants up as fast as I could! I hate mice!!! The babies went running after me, and running after them was the mother mouse, as big as a cat! They were chasing me, and I soon figured out why! There was a mouse in my underwear. This is the time I started to wake up. I was so scared, my heart was racing but I was petrified and couldn’t move. How do you get a mouse out of your underwear when you are frozen in fear? I pulled my pants down and to my relief the mouse jumped out and I woke up from this nightmare.
As I said before I woke up with heavy breathing and my heart racing! I was so relieved that I had woken up and there wasn’t a mouse in my pants!
Categories: Present Family, Present Friends, Future Family, Life Update
Well, it has been a really long time since I have written any of my dreams. I have had so many in the past couple of months that I can’t remember much of any of them. With life being as busy as it has been it is easy to just get on with your day and forget about the dream you had last night. I of course regret not making the time to record my dreams and hope to do better in the future. I know, I know, I said that last life update… but I really do mean well and hope to try harder. I have decided that I will be categorizing my dreams and trying to be more organized. In the future I will only have one picture per category so you will know by the picture which category my dream falls under. This really won’t make much of a difference for you as the reader but it will help me out a lot. Before I was trying to take a unique picture for each dream and that was deterring me from posting because I would have to go out and take a picture of something that would somehow connect to the dream. Basically I did not have the time to do such extensive planning for each dream post. I am still trying to figure out which categories to use and which pictures to match but rest assured I will get there.
So if you are wondering what my life update is… here goes. My husband and I, along with our friends (a married couple my husband and I are really good friends with) and my brother in law, worked on a project as a team and were chosen as 1 of 10 semi-finalists in America to be sent to China, all expenses paid, to compete with 60 other teams from China for cash prizes. This has literally taken up our entire life but it has been so cool developing the project and preparing for China. We are all excited to get this experience and to hopefully see the Great Wall of China. So that was a bit of a surprise in my life. Further more I worked on a self watering project for my plants to keep them alive while we are gone in China for a week in August and then for when we are gone in Europe, we will spend a couple weeks in September.
So A dream I had last night… Well I had several but this is the one I remember most and not the first dream involving twin baby boys.
I was on a school bus with a whole bunch of kids and adults. I do not where we were going but we happened to be going by my mothers house. The bus was really loud and I remember looking down and I had twin baby boys in my arms and they had soiled their pants. They must have been about 12-14 months old because they could walk but not very well and they were not really running around toddlers. They just looked about 12-14 months old I guess… Anyways, they had soiled their pants and I had to do something about it. Thankfully as I said above we were going past my mothers house. I convinced the bust driver to stop and I took the boys inside. We went into my middle sisters old room and changed them. They were much happier after the change and we went on our way.
My best friends house. My best friend is married and has a baby. I am also married, no babies yet. We used to live together in college, and before we lived together I spent most of my time at her house. We had slumber parties ALL the time. Now that we are both married and live in separate states, we do not get the same amount of slumber parties to say the least.
My best friend and I wanted to have a slumber party. Her husband took their son away for us to have slumber party. He said he would be back in the morning and for us to have fun. Being the old ladies that we are now (about 25 years old) we pretty much just went right to sleep. We slept on the floor for some reason, guess we were too tired to make it to the couch or bed. I woke up and she was on her side smiling at me. The sun was up and shining brightly through the window. She looked really happy. I said, “good morning, how did you sleep?” To which she said, I didn’t. But she was asleep when I fell asleep? I was like, “oh, I am sorry. I thought you fell asleep too.” She had fallen asleep for a little while but had some exciting things happen during the night. She told me about her night and how it went. First she fell asleep for a couple of hours but was awakened by contractions. You see she had given birth by herself that night and I slept through the whole thing. The most interesting part of my dream is that she was not pregnant or did not know she was pregnant. It was a surprise to her as much as to me that she gave birth to not one, but two babies. Theses two babies were not twins either. One baby was almost to term and the other baby was just about a month or two premature. Both healthy and apparently ready to come out. The babies were sleeping in her first Born’s crib. Her firstborn son is about 10 months old in this dream. As she picked them up to show me her husband and son came home. He was confused to see two newborn babies and then shocked to learn that they were his! He looked at me in confusion and almost disgust as she told him the story. He looked as if he blamed me for what happened during the night. I laughed and told him that he couldn’t blame me, I didn’t get her pregnant. He did! Then I left, they obviously had lots on their hands to deal with… surprise pregnancy and births, two brand new babies, and a 10 month old crawling around trying to walk!
My youngest sister, now 21, had a friend give birth last year. She did not know she was pregnant at all and went to the hospital for severe stomach pains, AKA contractions. You hear about these kinds of stories but never believe them. My own mother saw this young lady the day before she gave birth and claims that she did not look pregnant at all!! She had a healthy baby almost to full term. It really happens sometimes.
At my mothers house in the country and then on to town to find the police.
I was at my mothers house and we kept hearing a pack of wolves. They were really loud and numerous. They were right in our back yard it seemed. We noticed a man walking down the road wearing all white. My mother lives pretty far into the country so it is very unusual to see someone walking down the road unless they are in need of help. So he passes the house and doesn’t even look in the that direction. He just keeps on walking. After my mother assumed he was gone we all walked out to the street to look down it, to see how far he went. He had gone only a couple hundred feet. We saw him strapped to a chair on the opposite side of the road, facing our second driveway. The driveway that leads into our back yard. Of course we were shocked and confused. We approached and asked him if he was alright. He told us that he was perfectly fine, but he would appreciate our help. He asked us to go into the house and bring out anything sharp, and hard, something we would use for protection. He told us to each bring two things and some for him and return just before dusk. He was waiting as bait for the wolves and he wanted us to help wack and attack them. I guess he wasn’t tightly tied to the chair because when he wolves came he was easily able to slither out of his bonds (I wonder what he would have done without our help, he had no weapon). So just after dusk the wolves came crawling out of the woods. They took the bait. As they were approaching something crazy happened! They turned into human forms!!! They were much slower than healthy humans should be so we assumed they were zombie like werewolves. That is the best we could come up with. We started out battle and “fought” until my broom stick failed me. I yelled “retreat” and we all ran back toward the house. We needed something better than brooms and shovels. I thought we were only going to try and shoo the wolves away, scare them into moving on. Turned out that we needed to eliminate them. We all got back in the house, even the stranger and looked for knives and machete’s and guns. We headed back outside and we found 5 different ‘families’ of these werewolf/zombies. We wondered if any of them were friendly so we would ask them before we slashed them. There were so many of them that we once again had to retreat to the house, this time for our safety. They were swarming and ripping the house apart. The back door was especially difficult to defend and as we tried to run in and slam it they got their arms in and we could not shut it. One zombie female got it and said that she was a friendly but sacrificed coming in because she knew that if she didn’t she would be left to die on her own for not being like the others. She asked me to slit her throat, I tried but had bad aim and just got her forehead and eyes. I don’t think zombies feel pain… We were surrounded. They were coming in the back and the front doors and knocking on windows. We had to get out of there. There was a little boy with us about 10 years old. My two sisters were home but my mother had left for work. My younger sister ran out and got in her car and escaped. It was now just me, my youngest sister, this little boy, and the stranger. I told my sister to run and get in the jeep, she said would but she would not drive it. It was a stick shift. I turned to follow her and noticed the little boy had been snatched up. I had to rescue him. I came in slashing and grabbed the boy and ran. The zombies were on our heals the whole time. I yelled for my sister open the jeep door as we approached and I threw the boy in. The stranger jumped in the other side and I in the driver side. I tore out of there as we knocked over and ran over some zombies. My plan was to find the police station and tell them what was going on. We needed the national guard or something! I drove right into the police station, one of the bay doors was opened. At first they wanted to be on the defense but I yelled, “we need your help. We need your help!” They relaxed and we all jumped out. Out came with us our dog, we didn’t even notice him and had totally forgotten about him. The dog started barking at the little boy, who had green spiky hair. At once the green spiky hair jumped off his head and turned into a small child zombie. The cops were surprised, as were we. The zombie ran into a large pipe thing and into the sewer. We all chased after it. We ended up coming out pretty dry and we got the zombie so we felt triumphant. We explained what was going on to the police and showed them the zombie. It was in their hands now. We got back in the jeep and called my other sister to make sure she got away ok. As I was on the phone the stranger noticed some odd behavior about our dog. It turns out that the dog had gotten scratched or something and had robot like buttons on his belly. If we cranked his leg it made a noise similar to a slot machine at a casino and his buttons would light up. My sister was ok. We all made it out alive, and we had a new robot dog.
My mothers house before heading to visit my grandparents, over the river and through the woods and over the mountains too.
My mother who has three adult children and no desire for any more, had a freak pregnancy that produced twins. These infants were both boys and born premature. They were really tiny… and one was even smaller than the other. Kind of like a runt situation. I was really excited to meet them so I drove up to mothers house a couple days before our trip to grandma’s. I was surprised at how tiny they really were, I knew they were preemie’s but I was still shocked. My mother had to work so my sisters were babysitting. They decided to go to town and were loading the car when I pulled up. Of course we spent some time catching up and I wanted to meet my brothers so I looked in the car and they were laying in a cardboard shoe box! Where were the car seats? I scolded my sisters for not using car seats and they fought back. “They are fine in the shoe boxes, mom doesn’t mind.” one said. “Who do you think you are to come here and tell us what to do? You don’t live here anymore.” said another. We bickered back and forth with no resolution. They apparently had decided they had enough from me and marched into the house to call our mother. I was sure my mother wouldn’t let her sons ride in the car with no car seats. To my surprise my mother didn’t care one bit about the car seat situation. As I packed the boys into the house alone, my sisters just left them in the car, my mother pulled up. I was happy to see my mother but I was not happy about the way they were treating the new babies. So my mother told me to back off about the car seats and I came full force down in argument about the safety of infants in the car. We were in a pretty heated discussion and it ended with me asking her if I bought them the proper car seats if she would use them. She said she didn’t know.
After everyone calmed down, except there was no way I was letting this go but for the moment, we went inside and tried to be civilized. My youngest sister had a white coat that was soaked and hanging behind the wood stove to dry. It started to smoke and then flame burst out the sleeve. I started hitting it and smashing the sleeve to starve the flame. I stopped the fire but some areas of her sleeve started turning blue. There was nothing I could do. The next morning we were heading over the mountains to visit our grandparents, without car seats! My middle sister had planned to go hiking with a friend she used to like, now she despises him, on the way over. So they were going to leave really early in the morning and go hiking and meet us at our grandparents in the afternoon, probably not long after the rest of us show up. That night at my grandparents my husband and I were heading off to the camper for bed and I saw my middle sister unrolling my sleeping bag. It looked like my sleeping bag at least. I asked her if she stole my sleeping bag and she was adamant that she had not. I did find my sleeping bag elsewhere and felt a little silly for accusing her of stealing my sleeping bag, mine was black and hers turned out to be blue.
I was living with a bunch of girls in this big house. Kind of like a sorority arrangement. An acquaintance I once had lived in the house and was pregnant. I also went out to visit my mother at her house.
I was at home hanging out with some of the girls. One of them was pregnant and went into labor. We called the ambulance and they came and picked her up and took her to the hospital. once the baby was born she returned home. It was a quick birth and she was home within 24 hours. It was about 8pm when she got home and it was already dark outside. Of course all of us girls were excited to meet the little baby and hold him. He was really cute! After all the commotion and excitement we all went to bed. In the morning the new mother asked me if I could watch her baby. I said sure. I wasn’t doing anything except going to visit my mother later in the evening. I figured It would only be a couple hours since the baby was only a day old. I was wrong. The mother left and did not mention when she would be back. After those couple hours had gone by I was beginning to wonder where she was. I figured well, whats another hour? So I just patiently waited. Finally I called her and asked her when she might be back. She said she was working and wouldn’t be back until later tonight. I asked if I could take the baby with me and visit my mother. She said that she didn’t care what I did. So I packed up the baby and went to visit my mother. We snuggled the little guy and loved on him. We fed him and took care of him, it was fun. My mother was as shocked as I was to learn that the woman didn’t really care what I did with the baby and that she left her baby with a sitter for so long at such a young age. I had the feeling that the new mother didn’t really know what to do with the child and how to care for it. She wasn’t really the baby loving type and didn’t know much about them. The new mother must have gotten off work early because she showed up at my mothers house. I handed her the baby and she awkwardly took him. She really didn’t even know how to hold him. The baby was abnormally smart for an infant and made noises that almost sounded like words and he could point too. When she picked him up he pointed at me and smiled. Not knowing what to do with him after she grabbed him, we were in conversation and her arms must have gotten tired, she sat him on a ledge. Then to my mothers horror and mine, she let go. She must have thought he could sit their on his own but being just a day old he did not have the strength to sit up on his own let alone support his own head. He fell to the ground and I rushed to pick him up and comfort him. I told her we needed to take him to the doctor to get a checked. She jumped in the car and said lay him on the seat, she was in a rush to get him to the doctor. I still had the baby and said, lets take my car I have the car seat. So we jumped in my car and off we went. It turned out that he had a fracture in his arm and that was it. We were relieved that nothing more serious had happened. It was obvious that the new mother loved her child and didn’t want any harm to come to him, she just didn’t know how to be a mother. She had never held a baby before hers and I guess her maternal instincts hadn’t kicked in. Luckily she lived with a bunch of women that loved babies and knew how to care for them.
My basement apartment which is different than my real life basement apartment. The landlords house was 5 times bigger than it is in real life.
My husband and I rent a basement apartment from the landlord upstairs. We noticed the landlord began fixing things up all of a sudden. We thought it was odd and wondered what he was up to. We thought he might be getting ready to put his house on the market to sell. We were wrong. He was going to increase the amount of rental space. Besides us in the basement he had 3 other rooms and another suite, all in the basement. His house was huge upstairs too! It was one sunny day when all these people started flooding in. First the suited up with a family of 5, then one bedroom had an elderly couple, and another had a couple college girls. Which is fine, the landlord can rent out whatever part of his home as he likes. Then he came to my room. He asked me if he can rent out another bed in my room. I immediately said no, we don’t have much space as it is and we need our privacy. He tried to argue and persuade me to change my mind, but I really wasn’t willing to cram another bed in my room, especially filled with strangers. He huffed off and went to working on his pool. It wasn’t before too long that his daughters came in and were sad. They are pretty young probably under 10 years old. The were snuggling up to me and asking if I had to leave. I told them that I wasn’t planning on leaving if I don’t have to. Then I reassured them that everything was going to be fine and they even had some new friends to make in the family at the other end of the hall. They were a bit more joyful after that but the landlord, their father, came in and demanded they leave at once. They scurried off and he followed them. Alone in my apartment I decided to take a shower. When I went into what used to be the bathroom I realized that all that banging and racket was my landlord removing my bathroom. Now there was a door to the open garage instead of the shower. I was confused. The landlord was in the garage and I asked him where the bathroom went? He told me to use the other one like all the rest of the new tenants. I had to walk through someones bedroom to get to the bathroom and he had someone renting out the bathroom. He was sleeping in a cot next to the tub/shower. How was anyone supposed to use the bathroom in private when there is a man sleeping in it? When I returned to my room there was an new bed next to mine with 4 people in it! He had done it without my permission, he had rented another bed in my room. I had a rental agreement and I was gonna look at it. Meanwhile I needed those people out. I told them to get out but they would not. I started yelling for them to get out and physically grabbing their arms to try to pull them out the door. Finally I got them out but some how the landlord got in. Now I had to deal with him. I told him he had no right to put another bed in my room and rent it out we had a contract, a deal. He handed me a notice. I had to leave. I asked him why and he told me that the other people were more nice than me. That wasn’t a good enough reason to kick someone out of their home in my opinion but what could I do? I asked him if it was actually about me not wanting other people in my space and he confirmed that was the real reason. I asked him how long I had to find another place and he said just do it as soon as you can! At least I had time to search for a new place. He left and the others sneaked in again… This time I realized I was not going to be able to keep them out, they had keys. So I laid some ground rules. This is my space until I leave, there will be a curtain and it will not be breached, they were not to have sex while anyone else was home, and they were to be quiet. I figured that since there were 4 people sharing a bed that the sex rule would not be an issue, but then one of the girls spoke out, “but I ‘get some’ after every date…” I told her that she would have to stop that habit for the time being. I went back out side I guess to get some privacy, and I found my mother walking up the driveway. What a lovely surprise. I welcomed her into my home and found that my kitchen had also been swallowed by the garage and I had a camping tent kitchen instead. How thoughtful of the crazy landlord to provide me with such wonderful replacements… NOT! My mother and I went in the ‘kitchen’ for some tea and the landlord knocked it and us over!!! I was so mad, I yelled at him to get out and how dare he do such a thing especially with my mother inside! He was rude and harsh and completely crazy! I chased him out and his daughters started throwing fertilizer and rose bushes on his head. I told my mother what was going on and said that I better move sooner rather than later. I told my landlord that if he does or tries to do something like that again, I would call the police because that is cruel and dangerous and not how you treat someone. I asked my mother what she was doing all the way down in my town, she lives about 2 hours away. She told me she was going on a date. She was wearing a beautiful bright spring flowery dress, it was orange, pink, and yellow.
My actual landlord is very calm and quiet. My mother does NOT date…
That picture is of me standing in front of one of my basement apartments. I have lived in more than one… My husband prefers them to all the other options to rent… I guess because they are cheaper?
My family and I were walking along some old train tracks that had been converted to a walking path. It was just before dusk. Later my dream shifts to my mothers house.
My family, my mom, my 2 sisters, and myself, were out on a walk. We chose a path that used to be train tracks but they converted it. It was getting dusk on a warm summer night. Lots of people walk on this trail but we hadn’t seen many people on this trip. We were on our way back, maybe half way to our car, and we saw a man walking towards us. He walked up to us and before we knew it he had a gun out and was shooting! In the commotion I notice that someone got hit in the stomach and another person in the leg. Then, thoomp. I was hit in the back of my head. I felt the life drain out of me. I was dead. My a miracle I came back to life. I stood up and assessed the situation. My dream flashes forwards and we are all in my mother’s house. I was cleaning out a junk drawer and noticed the front door open. In walks a random young man that I don’t know. He was in his early 20’s. He walked in and through the house, straight to my mother’s bedroom. Then another guy walked in and straight to my mother’s bedroom. I tried to ask them what they wanted but they just told me to mind my own business and pushed me aside. Apparently they were good friends with my mother and she was really happy to see them. Outside it is night time. There is a small shed/barn and a chicken and duck coop. There was a large enclosed chicken yard on the south side of the chicken coop. There were white Christmas lights strung through the top of the chicken wire over the chicken yard. One of the ducks had ducklings and had gotten separated from them in the barn. We had to go into the barn, in the dark, and search for the mother duck.