I was speaking to someone inside a forest, and there was a white tiger there. It kept walking up to me, wanting attention.
I tried ignoring it, but it kept following me around like some dog at it's master's heels. It didn't behave wild at all. It was actually really calm and laid back. This dream almost felt spiritual.
Last night my dream was downright creepy. I didn't like it.
I was with my mother, and we were in a foreign country. It was tropical, but at the time we were both underneath a shelter/building of bamboo. It was one large "room" (no doors) made into two sections. (Like something a person would make if they went camping). I think we were in someplace like Costa Rica, although I'm not sure. (I think that came to mind only because in real life my aunt said she's thinking of moving there). The people present in this dream could speak something like Spanish, although when talking to us they spoke English. I didn't know any of these people at all, but they seemed friendly.
So my mother and I were outside, under this 'shelter,' but it was pretty disturbing. Disturbing because in one of these rooms there were coffins. I was lying dead inside one of them, yet at the same time I was in that second room with my mother and all those people... and they acknowledged me. I was telling them that they had better not leave the casket open. I didn't want people staring at me. (Which does echo my real life. For the most part, I prefer being invisible).
It was just w-e-i-r-d because in one room I'm lying dead inside a casket and in the other I'm conversing with everyone and alive... although at the same time I'm acknowledging that I am in fact dead and the reason we were all conversing together was because we were there for my funeral. (There was also something about a pillow, but I can't remember now. It became a blur, and then I started having a boring dream that isn't even worth typing up. I've forgotten half of it already anyway).
But I'd never had a dream like that before. I didn't like it at all. It was too creepy. I'm sure it must have been symbolic of burying a part of myself and moving on. Honestly, I don't care to analyze it much. It was an uncomfortable dream, although I have had worse. Usually my dreams are about rescuing animals in distress. I dream about spirits and space a lot, too, although it's been a while since I had a really interesting one.
February 2013
Black Cobras
This was also creepy, and a little similar to a dream I had years ago. In this one my mother and I were crossing a little section of road, by foot and also by car. The trouble was that on this road there was this gigantic nest of black cobras. They were upright, in attack mode and with their fangs showing, only they were all frozen. Completely frozen still. (Not frozen, temperature-wise, but motion wise).
We knew we didn't have a choice, so we ran (and drove) right through them in order to get to the other side. Luckily, they never woke up and each time we crossed the road there and back safely.
Still, this is not a dream I would ever want to repeat.
Two More Dreams
- All I recall is yet another dream where I'm protecting an animal. In this one the kitchen door was slightly ajar as Mom and I peered outside. We were watching a UFO. The entire time I was worried about my dog, Abigail, slipping outside. I didn't want any of our animals outside while there was a flippin' UFO flying around.
This UFO was pulsating a whole host of colors: red, green, blue, yellow, orange.
- In this next dream, more animals were present. (Not surprising). There was this old and abandoned house. Two huge crocodiles were living underneath the house, and these two men (brothers I think) helped them over the fence to freedom. Next, I saw this really tall peacock. It was as tall as a person. And then the last thing I saw was some dog playing in the yard with a dinosaur toy.
Note:A few days later I saw something similar on tv. They showed a puppy playing in the yard with a dinosaur stuffed animal. The only difference was that in my dream the dog was an adult and something like a golden retriever.
These animal dreams are becoming exhausting. Truly. Why can't I just start having happy, carefree dreams about fairies and gnomes?
Actually, no. Forget the gnomes. Years ago I had a dream about them and it was very creepy indeed. I'll have to type it up one day. Maybe after I write it down, it won't feel so uncomfortable.
But first I need to type up my dream from two nights ago. Naturally, it's divided into different parts. The first section was frightening, the second was dark and evil and not at all like dreams I usually have, and the last part of my dream was absolute panic and heartbreak.
First part: Bears. Not cuddly Winnie-the-Pooh either, but the wildest most savage bears you can imagine. It was strange for me to have a dream about a creature that was so frightening, because in normal everyday life I don't see bears as they appeared in this particular dream.
We all know that bears are wild animals not to be underestimated, yet on television documentaries we so often see them raiding trash bins and occasionally having safe interaction with humans... for the most part anyway. Even these types of stories can have unhappy endings for the human. After all, these bears are creatures of the wild and not domesticated.
But in this dream I was walking around some city, and it was nighttime. During the day, there were no bears around but come nightfall every street corner was populated with at least one bear, which was chained to a building. They kind of reminded me of circus bears, and they were all standing tall on their hind quarters. They were really huge bears.
The chains that were around their stomachs were incredibly thick chains attached to a very large belt. I think the belt was red, and the bears were standing on a red block of some kind.
And these bears were CONSTANTLY growling and showing their HUGE fangs. If those chains broke, there's no doubt that any person within sight was going to be viciously mauled to death. I can't stress enough how untamed and savage they were. The best way I can think of to describe them is as killing machines.
Absolutely. Killing Machines. That sums it up pretty damn well.
Second part: This section of my dream is a little fuzzy. I just remember walking down some hallways and hearing footsteps somewhere behind me. It was a distinct shuffling, like someone in house slippers. In the dream, I was trying to ignore it but the entire time my intuition was telling me that these footsteps I was hearing somewhere around me were indeed very real and belonging to some evil entity. A ghost or something. I wasn't quite sure, but I wasn't about to dwell on it either.
But then I entered some room and there was an old lady there. She had a work-worn face. She was painting whatever room she was in, and literally looming over her was some evil entity. I didn't really see it, but when standing it's head touched the ceiling. The lady knew there was no way out, and she was calmly talking to it. All I recalled hearing was her telling it that she knew it was going to take possession of her and that her actions from that point on wouldn't be her own.
SO NOT MY NORMAL KIND OF DREAM! I was very glad that this dream was so short and not too detailed. I'm not into that kind of stuff at all.
Third part: Typical, typical, typical. More animals to rescue. I am so tired of these animal-in-distress dreams. As I said earlier, they're exhausting and this particular one was uncomfortable.
I was looking out the window and saw a big dog with a duck in it's mouth. I felt so sorry for this duck, and hoped like mad that it was already dead and that the dog did a quick kill.
Well, it didn't because this perfectly still duck trapped between this dog's teeth suddenly BLINKED IT'S EYES.
I was in sheer panic. My family was in the room with me, and they didn't seem to realize how awful this all was. They were all laid back and not taking my reaction very seriously, and then outside the window I saw three baby bunnies. They weren't harmed yet, but I was petrified that either they were going to be or that there were some that had already been harmed earlier.
I run outside, and once I reach that side of the yard I am completely FREAKING OUT and kind of pacing. I mean, I am l-o-s-i-n-g it. I was standing out there, all alone, not knowing what to do and HATING that the choice - life or death - was up to me. At least for that second, that poor duck was still alive. I wanted to rescue it from this dog, but I knew very well that if I rescued the duck it's suffering would prolong. I didn't want to be the cause of it's lingering suffering before eventual death, but at the same time I wasn't a murderer. I just didn't have it in me to kill, and inside all my panic I was trying to come up with the answer of whether or not killing the duck would be a gift... because it would end it's present suffering and panic... but I just couldn't get past the fact that I couldn't kill another living, innocent soul. I just couldn't do it, but boy was I CONSTANTLY panicking about whether I even had it in me to do the right thing.
But I HAD NO IDEA what the right thing was. What I wanted was for the dog to end that poor duck's suffering right then and there. At least then the duck was okay and the life/death decision wasn't going to be up to me.
I was so panicked in this dream that it literally woke me up.
LAST NIGHT'S DREAM:
What a surprise, more animals.
My family and I just arrived at a pretty large beach house, and for some reason my grandparents were with me. (Both have passed on). In this dream, my grandfather had this really strange "hobby"/interest. Every time he was at a new beach house, he would set a trap for any mice. For whatever reason, he thought trapping mice in a new place was fun. His interest in it was sort of like a kid's, and I really didn't understand it. I tried to go along with it though, because he was really gung-ho about it. All I did was tell him that if a mouse enters one of his traps/cages, to be sure to let it go and not kill it.
Of course, then the dream turned into us being in this beach house which was simply OVERRUN with mice. There were bed bugs and a couple spiders, too, but the mice were EVERYWHERE. I absolutely hated it, and was trying really hard not to freak out and to just see it through. At one point I think I looked over at my grandmother and told her that what I instructed Grandpa earlier, about saving any mouse's life, wasn't a factor anymore. I hated admitting this, but I simply didn't see any other choice. There were just too many mice to contend with. And when I say too many, I'm talking hundreds upon hundreds. This was an infestation, and it just wasn't healthy or sane to allow it to continue.
Then fastforward to this afternoon:
My brother is getting married in May, at the beach, mind you. So today my mother tells me that my brother was looking up online beach houses for us to rent and stay in for when we go to this wedding.
I just find it a strange coincidence that last night I dreamed about a large beach house and then today my brother is talking to my mother about a beach house to rent that has 7 bedrooms.
If we end up staying at a beach house, and it's overrun by mice, I will never again not take my dreams seriously.
Update:
It's probably just a coincidence, but a few months later we sold our house. While the new house was being built, we rented a family friend's house on 43 acres. The place had been empty for quite some time, and for the entire time we were there this place was overrun by mice.
Surprising to me, I did have a "2012" dream last night. It was a little strange, but... consider the person having the dream.
In this one my mother was present. It was nighttime and we were both outside, looking up at the sky. I saw an object above and pointed towards it, hoping it wasn't something like a UFO.... considering that this was the infamous December 21st date that people have been talking about for years.
As it came closer we realized it wasn't anything all too mysterious, although it was pretty unusual. I say unusual because the object we saw flying in the sky was a man on some kind of flying contraption. It was a bike with a hang glider strung above it. The man was using the pedals, and the glider above was being steered by the wind. (It reminded me of The Wright Brothers 1st plane).
Also, the sky in this dream was pretty. A little bit of blue, some stars, and then the man inside his strange flying machine was like a black silhouette against it all.
I'm afraid my nocturnal ramblings have been fairly lackluster lately. So much so that I'm only going to list the most recent one's.
First, I dreamed that the planet was basically overthrown by aliens. They looked human, but had psychic powers. What was strange was that the majority of them were female. They wore long white robes. In one part of the dream we were all standing by some dock near the water. No one trusted these "aliens," but we were afraid of standing up to them because they were far more advanced than us. They weren't attacking anyone, but we knew they would if we retaliated against them.
I also vaguely remember some guru type man. He was very old and known to everyone as being wise and able to see the future. He told everyone that the Earth was going to be going through some changes, but at the same time people were going to be okay in the bigger picture. He saw this as a good thing. A positive change or cleansing. His language was kind of strange. I can't remember the exact phrasing, but he said something like "The Earth would laugh happy."
Yeah, I know. Strange. Dreams are like that, especially when I'm having them.
The other night one of my dreams was seeing a rabbit. It reminded me of The Velveteen Rabbit, like in the children's book. It was tall and brown, and with a white tummy I think.
For the entire dream I saw it in profile view. All it did was twitch both it's ears in different directions.
My dream last night was a little unsettling. My mother and I were in her bathroom, talking after she washed her hair or was getting ready to call it a night. In the middle of just talking about random, daily things she told me she could no longer ignore that there was a spirit in the room that wished to speak to her. Wanting them to leave so that she could get things back to normal, she listened to them.
I don't know what it was they told her, but when they were done I noticed a scene out of some windows. It looked really strange because I was seeing this scene in something like tunnel vision. What I saw was pretty frightening, and it really made me angry that this was going on outside our window while this spirit selfishly took up our time handing over to Mom his message.
By the way, I think his name was Francis. (Which is strange b/c I've been told that "Francis" is a part of Patrick's name.... supposedly. I'm skeptical about anything connected to him).
So I was looking at this scene, and I was frightened because it really looked like the end of the world. In this sort of tunnel vision, I saw an approaching storm. The sky was filled with billowing clouds of red and pink, and they were encroaching closer to us. Suddenly, off in that distance is a red bolt of lightning which struck down to the earth in a straight line. In front of it I saw a white horse trying to beat the storm. It was racing like hell in front of it, and then it zoomed past us. There might have been a small team of horses behind it, but I'm not certain of that.
By this time, Mom is worried and says we need to run to the house NOW to gather up the animals. We call the girls to come inside this screened back door, which they do. Abby was the last one in, and for a second I came close to panicking that she wouldn't come in. Thankfully, I knew that if I remained calm so would she and then she'd come in as directed.
The next thing I remember is seeing this strange wooden door. It was white and the paint was off in a lot of places. Little splinters of wood were poking off it. It was a 2-way folded door, but each side was comprised of several layers of door. (It's hard to describe). It's also a low door, which you have to get on your knees in order to enter the small cupboard/pantry behind it. I'm frantically opening all these doors because my flash drive with all the stories I've written are on there.
After I enter that little closet, the next thing I'm aware of is that the storm must have never reached us because everyone and everything was okay.
Creation of The Universe? (8-20-12)
It's no mystery that I've had some very strange dreams in the past, but I believe the one I had last night is at the tippy-top of the Ladder O' Weirdom. Dr. Seuss would have been proud. The first part of this dream was a little fuzzy, which is a shame, but here's what I recall.
Picture a huge, neverending staircase encased in complete darkness... in OUTER SPACE. It's an iron, industrial-like staircase where the steps are covered in a black plastic tarp. These stairs seem to go on for what seems like forever. I'm walking up them, and I'm with a few people. Three or 4 men, and I think one of them is wearing a brown plaid shirt. I can't really see their faces because it's dark and I really am a heck of a lot more interested in viewing my surroundings.
So we're talking and walking up these stairs, and in doing so I'm looking behind me and up. I'm in awe of what I'm seeing; stars and lots of color, because in the distance there's a nebula or something. The colors were gorgeous!
Here's the Dr. Seuss moment.... These men were talking to me about what it was I was seeing all around me. Where we were. It turned out these people were either creating or re-creating THE UNIVERSE. That's right, HUMAN BEINGS creating the flippin' Universe. I wasn't sure how I felt about that. I was quite conflicted because the impossible was happening here. I felt like Alice must have upon falling down the rabbit hole.
Now, in my daily life I am not a religious person b/c religion is man-made; hence why there are sooo many religions out there/why there are flaws/why a lot of these religions use fear as a tool to control their followers b/c let's face it... man is imperfect and has that ego which gets in the way. I do believe in a Creator, but I really don't think that Creator has anything to do with our daily lives. My guess is that "God" (or whatever you want to call it) created the Universe and that Earth was a gift where we could do with it what we will; hence why it's so filled with joy and evil at the same time. (Again, it's just a theory).
So even though in real life I'm not a religious person, I do believe The Universe was created by a Higher Being we cannot even begin to wrap our tiny minds around and actually understand. So naturally, even in my dream, I felt the same way yet here I was witnessing - and with my own eyes - a creation of a Universe by human beings and not a supreme being. I was upset, yet fascinated at the same time. All I knew was that what I was witnessing was a fact. It was etched in stone and I had no choice but to accept what man was now capable of doing.
The whole thing was so surreal. It would have been a lot more believable had I been inside some darkened warehouse that was made to LOOK like the Universe. Something like the Space Mountain ride at Walt Disney World, ya know? Lol! But... that wasn't the case here. It was surreal, and felt fake almost, yet there was no arguing that it was in fact very real.
The earlier part of the dream was pretty fuzzy. I was with only one other person and we were on those same stairs, but at a higher level. I didn't see stars or anything here, until I 'launched' myself up and ahead. I really can't explain it. I just remember closing my eyes, and then forcing myself to... fly?... leap ahead? All I know is that when I did this, I could literally feel myself being hurled really fast into space. I didn't like the feeling at all. You could feel it in the pit of your stomach and your entire body. I only did it twice, and I did it only because I don't think I had a choice. I wanted to high-tail it out of there, but I forced myself to go through with it and not think about how terrifying a feeling it was. I didn't want to acknowledge it. I felt safer by not acknowledging it. Also, I think that while I was 'flying' I had a picture in my mind's eye of an astronaut in their white spacesuit. I think I had that image inside my head just because I figured this is what astronaut's felt like when they were out in deep space.
So there ya have it. My strangest dream to date, which I'm very glad was just a dream!
Not long after having this dream - as in a day or two later I believe - I saw an episode of Doctor Who that was eerily similar. The episode was titled "Journey to the Centre of the Tardis."
The part of the episode that reminded me of my dream was when the Doctor showed everyone the "Eye of Harmony" - an exploding star in the act of becoming a black hole - that was powering the Tardis. They were even on some kind of metal catwalk, similar to my dream... only in my dream it was metal stairs.
Dreaming about animals is not exactly a strange thing for me. I can safely say that in well over 90% of my dreams, the main cast of characters are animals. I'm always trying to rescue them, too.
This morning, however, I dreamed of a fantasy-type animal and I wasn't rescuing them. Instead, they were observing me. Here's the dream:
I was inside this HUGE bathroom, and it was all white and clean with very tall ceilings. I was taking a bath when I looked up and saw this skylight/window high up near the ceiling. I was instantly taken aback because there was something perched up there and looking through the glass. Naturally, my first instinct was it had to be a bird but then I looked at it full head-on.
It was a dragon. A very small baby dragon. It practically had it's face plastered against the glass, looking in. It was there for about 3 or 4 seconds before it flew off.
While I was a little fascinated, I was much more in disbelief because come on.... dragons are fantasy and not real creatures walking amongst us.
So I try to brush it off I guess. Ignore it, but then a second dragon does the same thing. This one is larger and a little older. Medium-sized, I'd say. It, too, just looks at me through the glass before flying off.
I'm now thinking I can't ignore what I've just seen. I don't care what anyone says, but dragons are real. They're a fact.
Thinking I'm not going to see anything else, I then see a third creature fly to the window and peer in. This time I am really starting to panic and full on freak out because I don't even know what it is I'm seeing exactly. It was something too large to be perched up on that window, and was a form of dragon I'd never heard of even in mythology. The only way I could describe it was as a combination of a dog and dragon both. It was the size of a really big golden retriever, but it's skin was orange with these strange black stripes in weird patterns. The orange skin looked like wet paint composed of glitter. It was orange, and it sparkled.
And as I said, I'm really beginning to freak out at this point. This thing was looking down at me through this window, and suddenly the window latch unlatches and the window opens a little bit. Terrified, I hope this creature will fly away like the others did. Instead, this thing jumps through the window! It falls all that distance, and then lands on the side of the tub.
Just while I was telling myself this thing had better not be vicious and attack, it started wagging it's tail. It's behavior was very much like a dog. It looked like part dragon and part dog, but I was so pleased it's personality matched the latter. It really was the strange skin and black stripes that made it look so strange. I kind of think the face even looked like a regular dog, although the teeth might have been more prominent and it's ears folded back really weird. They were really small ears that sort of curled back. I think it's tail was like a normal dog's tail though.
After that, one of my parents dropped a piece of mail for me inside a little mail slot on the bathroom door.
And that was it. The dream ended. What do you suppose THAT was about?!
Just FYI - I've dreamed about a dragon only once before. I'm really not into dragons and fantasy and mythological creatures, so I find it odd that I've dreamed about them twice now.
Update: Here it is months later and finally I think I know what this dream was about, although the ending still has me stumped.
I think my weird dreams have returned. One did last night anyway.
It was Christmastime, and I was at my grandmother's house. I was younger in this dream; a teenager. The house Grandma lived in wasn't anything grand, but I loved it. It was a small white house in some neighborhood in Chappell Hill. The house was overcrowded since everyone was gathered there for Christmas.
There was one particular family there I didn't know... (in all honesty, this part feels like two different dreams bleeding together and just combining into one)... and they had no manners. The youngest child in the family was around 4 years old. In front of this boy's family, I got all preachy. I stooped down to the boy's height, and stressed to him how important it is that he not behave in the same fashion as his family. I told him he had to be kind to animals and people, always.
Blah, Blah, Blah... I really went on and on and was quite repetitive because this boy was so young and I feared what I was saying was going to go through one ear and out the other.
A lot like my voice does in reality when speaking to my pets.
But I knew that if he didn't hear it from me, he wasn't ever going to hear it from anyone. Finally, I got through to him because he liked it when I said that he comported himself as being much smarter and more mature than his older siblings and even his parents. Probably too deep for a 3 or 4 year old kid, but hey... it's a nonsensical dream.
After playing preacher to the little boy, my parents and I are walking through the house to leave. I was speaking to one of my grandmother's friends, Debbie. (Debbie really does exist. I remember her from my childhood. For some reason I always giggled while in her presence.To this day I have no idea why that was. It's a mystery).
This next part gets a little fuzzy because we were talking about some gray cat that my grandmother had. I was telling Debbie that I can't imagine Grandma keeping the cat, as I've never seen her as a cat person. (In reality, Grandma doesn't have any pets). Debbie then reminded me that Grandma had already found a few really nice homes for the cat, only she hadn't chosen between them yet.
At this point we pass by a little library/office room of sorts. It's on my right hand side, as I'm walking towards the front door. There were lots of white shelves filled with encyclopedias and books. There were rows and rows of these shelves, just like you'd see in a real library, only they were about waist height. They weren't very tidy either. To my left is a mahogany mirror on the wall strung with garland at the top.
Finally, I'm out the door with my parents. It's nighttime and I am just so giddy! Normally, I would have been acting all calm and normal... and I almost did just that... but then I reminded myself of exactly WHERE I was and that things aren't the same anymore.
And this is the part where it gets a little strange. I hadn't told anyone, and I wasn't planning to because they'd think I was as nutty as a granola bar, but the truth was that I had traveled back in time, only to some parallel universe! I'm not even sure I had any siblings there.
So here I was walking down the street... in a flippin' parallel universe but back in time as well... with my parents. It's nighttime at Christmas, and I was just so thrilled to be young again. I was so happy that as I walked ahead of my parents, I threw caution to the wind and just spun in circles with my arms open wide and my face looking up at the sky.
It was impossible containing my excitement, and quite frankly I thought it was incredibly stupid to pretend those feelings of giddiness and joy and relief weren't there. I told my parents that I was young. That I was only a 16 year old.
After that, I woke up but I would imagine that if that dream had continued, my parents would have thought I had been sampling the special holiday punch.
I'm pretty certain that this dream exemplifies just how much age and myself are mortal enemies... hence why I loathe birthdays so much. If I could have one-on-one combat with Aging, I'm 100% certain that I'd be victorious in kicking her @ss. That's how much I dislike her.
