I'm not entirely sure I should write these here, but I'm going to. They are more for me than anyone else.
I had 4 dreams last night. Technically it was the morning of Sept. 3, but it was the "night" of Sept. 2, the anniversary of my dad's death. Not sure that had anything to do with them.
#1 - I was with my mom. But it was not Garnet. It was someone else. We were in a car, I was driving. She had been told by a friend about a pet cemetary that was really nice to go to. It was a very cute, sweet, pleasant feeling, and a pleasant looking place, very pretty and green. We found it and drove in, very happy. We drove around and looked at all the little puppy and kitty graves. The next thing I remember, there were two levels to it, like you could go up to another level and look down at the lower one. I was on the upper level. I looked for my mom, and was calling her. She had disappeared. Then the dream felt scary. End.
#2 - I and some other people, don't know who, were in a car. It was daytime, we were facing South, there was like a park on the left, maybe some apts behind us, and like a strip mall on the right. We were parked in a parking lot. There was a dive bar across in the strip mall, across from where we were parked. One of our girlfriends had gone in there and now was missing. Someone invited me into the bar. I declined and ignored them, being concerned about her. There was a feeling/a knowing that she had been hurt and we weren't going to find her. I went up to the door of the bar, and two doors down there was another room and the door was cracked open. I saw 3 men in there, one glanced at me. I wasn't supposed to look in there. Like just by getting a glimpse of them I had seen something I shouldn't have. I didn't go in either place. There is a vague memory, but I can't remember any details, almost just a feeling, of something violent happening to her, like getting dismembered. After I looked into that room, I got back in the car with the other people. There was a great urgency to leave. Like we were in danger. We knew something bad had happened to her, but we knew we needed to get out of there. So we left and got on a freeway, it looked like when you leave Tempe Marketplace. I think it was night now. I was driving and driving really fast. I kept asking if we were being followed. Everyone in the car was scared and panicky, and I kept driving away very fast. End.
#3 - Royce and I were at home, my mom's house. We were talking, and he mentioned there had been a little incident with him and my mom. He didn't say what happened, and I didn't ask, it was like something negative, but not a big deal. My mom came home from where ever she had been. She was mad and yelling. We were in the living room, Royce was not there. She was yelling, very mad. She said she had written the word "shit" all over this one chair. It was a brown leather recliner. And she kept saying "I wrote the word shit all over it." She also pointed to the wall, like she had written it there too, but the wall was clean. It was like she was angry at everyone, but angry at herself for doing it, and she was like admitting it but very angry it happened. She told us not to worry, that she had taken care of it and cleaned it off. I had no idea up til that point that anything had even happened. Royce said "Yeah, I told you about that, she wrote that on the chair." In the incident, she had yelled at him about something, it was unprovoked, he hadn't done anything wrong. And even though she yelled at him, he didn't yell back or retaliate in any way. He was very nonchalant about the whole thing, I was a little surprised that she had done it, that she had even said or written down that word. End.
#4 - Now this was the longest and worst of the dreams. There was some kind of interaction between me and maybe some of my kids with a dad and his son, who was like maybe 12. Reminded me of Michael and Walt on LOST. It was a short, casual conversation/interaction with them. We had a very large house, kind of like Misty's house. It was huge and beautiful and expensive. I was there with Sydney, maybe Lyndsey, and one of their friends, probably Danielle. It had a happy, homey feeling to it. The little kids weren't there, neither was Tyler or Chantel. It was two stories. The house was very vivid in the dream. On the news on TV we saw the boy and his dad. The boy had done something, I can't remember, something very bad and destructive that obviously made the news. We were all very shocked. It was like he started a fire at his house. Over the course of some time, the news kept talking about him, and whatever situation it was kept getting worse. They kept referring to their house on the news, like whatever the kid did, start the fire or whatever, that he had done it maliciously, and that it kept getting worse, they kept showing some picture of his house area, and the affected area kept getting bigger. The news story kept getting worse. We were all shocked. But kept going about our business in the house. There was a knock on the door. I answered it, and it was the dad and his son. The dad seemed angry at me/us but didn't really say anything bad. He said he wanted to talk to me, I said ok, he said "how about we talk in there" and pointed to a little bar across the street, not a good bar. And he said it kind of like, "let's take this outside" - that kind of attitude. I got scared and defensive, and said no and that I didn't want to talk to him at all now, and I shut the door. I was a little disturbed and scared. It was like he was blaming me for what his son had done because of when we had talked to them earlier. His son never said a word when they came to the door. I was in the kitchen. My mom came home and started putting stuff on the counter, an island, like she had just come from the grocery store. She was mad and complaining, that now because of what had happened with the boy, that there was something we couldn't do/or buy now. She was irritated and disgusted that we couldn't do this now, wouldn't look at me, just kept putting groceries away, but was blaming me for what had happened, like I had caused to happen what the boy did. She wasn't upset about the damage done, what ever it was, fire, people hurt, or the damage the news people were concerned about - she was just upset about us not being able to do whatever it was we couldn't do now. I was standing in the kitchen with her. I didn't say anything. End.
For some reason the 4th dream seemed the worst, and the longest. I didn't feel like I slept at all last night, was very tired when I woke up, but remember thinking to myself that I was just going to get up to get away from the dreams.
Monday, September 03, 2012
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