A snake and a mouse

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!

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Wolf-Human/Zombie’s

Dream Setting:

At my mothers house in the country and then on to town to find the police.

My Dream:

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.

 

Night Time Chase

Dream Setting:

In one of the towns near my child hood home. It was after dark.

My Dream:

My sisters and I were hanging out. My middle sister drives a jeep and the top was down. I am the oldest, she is the middle and then there is the youngest sister. The middle seems to be the one that causes the most trouble in my dreams… and probably in real life too. You know what they say about middle children… Anyways, my middle sister had found this small monkey running around and decided to capture it. The monkey immediately liked her and they were fast friends. The monkey rode on her back and sometimes buckled into her jeep. After what seems like a few hours in dream land, which was probably like 2 seconds in real life, we met up and I got to meet the monkey. As I was making my acquaintance, this giant gorilla, like the size of a tiny home, comes barrelling down the street. Where did this giant gorilla come from? It was heading straight for us. We jump into the jeep and race off thinking we had escaped. Then the gorilla appeared on our left! We tried to hit the gas but could go nowhere. The gorilla had got to the jeep and grabbed it by the roll cage. We had just enough time to slip out of the jeep and run on foot down the road. We saw a giant tree and began climbing. The gorilla was swinging his long arms at us, trying to grab us. We jumped in a building window and ran to the other side and out the door. Of course, this is a dream and the gorilla probably had heat sensitive eyesight or something because as we ran outside we saw the gorilla hot on our trail. We spotted a motorcycle not for away and jumped on it. The key was in the ignition and we zoomed off leaving the gorilla in the dust. We were finally safe.

Down in Mexico

Dream Setting:

Riding our bikes through Mexico with a bunch of people. It was like an organized bike ride but not a race. My dad, uncle, sisters, and some cousins were there as well as an American pastor and his son that happened to be Mexican. Then there were all the other people that signed up for the ride. The last stop we made was at a small restaurant.

My Dream:

We were all riding our bikes along the road as it began to get dark. My middle sister, I am the oldest, kept riding up to me and grabbing my handle bars so I would crash. This made me very angry with her but as soon as I would let it go, in she would swoop and do it again. Finally we made it to a small village. It was pretty much dark out now and some of the locals stopped us and questioned us. I asked them if there was a problem but they couldn’t come up with a legal issue so I told them we would be on our way. It was a real hero like thing to do, but also could have resulted in a tussle… but my standing up helped them to back down. On the other side of town we stopped to eat at this small restaurant. Apparently I had been there before because the women at the counter knew me by name. She was about my age and spoke excellent english. I ordered and helped others order. I used my credit card for my food and was surprised there weren’t any issues. I ordered french fries, potato wedges, beans and rice, and some sort of chicken. Since I was helping some of the smaller children I didn’t sit down to eat until last. When I went to the table and sat down, I noticed my chicken was gone. My youngest sister had her chicken missing too as well as someone else missing a taco. I looked around and noticed the pastor’s son was still eating. He had gotten his food first and I was pretty sure I saw him run off when he was done. What was he eating and where did he get it? He got if from my plate and others. I walked over to him and we had a conversation which eventually ended in him confessing. I went and told the lady what had happened and ordered the things that were stolen for the people and when I went to pay she told me not to worry about it. Then I walked the boy to his father, the pastor, and explained what had happened and that I had already taken care of replacing the food he had stolen. Then I went back to my seat and ate my meal that had cost – 58 pesos. That is right… negative 58 pesos? I guess that means I got a couple dollars put on my credit card for bringing a bunch of business to her restaurant? Everyone else paid normally.

 

 

 

Twin Madness

Dream Setting:

My mothers house before heading to visit my grandparents, over the river and through the woods and over the mountains too.

My Dream:

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.

 

 

Magical Logs

Dream Setting:

A magical land

My Dream:

I was sitting in my room one day and my shelf started jiggling. The top of it soon filled with logs. I thought this was very strange and must have been magical. Like any curious human I decided to climb to the top of the shelf to look at the logs and see where they came from. When I go to the top the world around me disappeared and I was in a shelf in a different room. This room was also a bedroom. It was about twice as big as mine. Mine was your average room size. The magic room I was in used the shelf as a head board. I climbed down the shelf and explored the room a little. It had a closet and a dressing table. That was it. A very plain open huge room. I went outside, I am very brave, to explore the rest of the house. But there was not ‘rest of the house’. The bed room was it. It was a very pretty place, very soft and beautiful grass, tall pin trees, and flying ducks. There was a lake not far off and you could hear and see the waves lapping at the shore line. Over to my left I heard voices. There were people in this magic land and they were having a council. I joined the council which automatically made me a council woman by magical law. After the council meeting was over I headed back to the room. One of the other council women followed me and asked me where I came from. I told her the city I was from and she didn’t recognize it because we were from different worlds. She walked out of the room and I jumped into the bed to climb the shelf in hopes that I could get home the same way I came. I looked at the top of the shelf and the logs were gone. As I was thinking of how to get home I dropped something under the bed. It was a sweatshirt or something. I climbed under the bed to search for it and I found a bunch of my clothing under there. I bundled them up and pulled them from underneath the bed. When I came back up my 2 younger sisters were on the bed confused and the council woman I was talking to earlier had entered the room again. She said hello to my sisters and then left. Now I had to figure out how to get all of us back home. I decided that we all better climb the shelf and maybe the logs would come and get us. So we began climbing. This shelf was like one of those 10 feet tall, super sturdy book shelves you would find in a castle or mansion or something. I had my 2 sisters go first and I began stuffing my clothing in around them. They were shoved in the top shelf. But there was no room for me on the top shelf and that was the only magical part. The logs came and my sisters disappeared. I was left behind. This time the shelf disappeared too! I was getting ready to worry about how I was going to get back when the shelf appeared with only one of my sisters, the youngest, she said get on and I did. We were then whisked way back to my room safe and sound.