Dream #1:
I was standing by the door inside a dark paneled room with red carpet. A lot of dark wood molding was everywhere. One wall was all windows. Red curtains were pulled aside in sections. I could see that it was VERY dark outside. My father (same one I have in this life, although I'm not sure he looked as he does now) was standing behind his desk, silent.
His hands were set on the desk top as he looked down at some papers. About 15 businessmen, all dressed in black tuxes, were lined along the walls in a curve; from the wall of windows to the door. They were smiling down at me. I was patiently waiting to gain my father’s attention so I could ask him a question, but he was ignoring me. He was all business.
I was wearing a fancy white (lacy) dress which went to my knees. My hair was long, curly and blonde. I remember thinking in the dream that I was wiser than my father. Lol! He basically ignored me and I remember thinking it was probably b/c I reminded him of my mother, who had died. I thought his behavior very childish. It didn’t bother me much though. (What's funny is that even when a little girl, I was constantly thinking about how lucky I am that I have a mother, and that she's so nice).
Dream #2
I was anywhere from 20 to my 25, I suppose. I wore a very rich looking burgundy dress. My brown hair was pulled up in a bun. I think I wore a hat, too. I had just arrived someplace.
An old man, carrying a lantern and wearing a soft, fuzzy gray vest (large checkered pattern), led me up some stairs to an old attic. The stairs had no railing and were very narrow. I even remember noting the wood splinters and nails sticking out of the wall on my right.
When I reached the attic, I saw many sick children. They were all lying in perfectly straight rows, wrapped tightly in white sheets. It was very quiet. I was thinking to myself that these kids had no one and what the heck have I gotten myself into?! I thought it just too sad. I remember thinking that I just couldn’t do this. Here they were, all sick and with no parents.
Only two kids were up and well. They were chasing each other in front of a half-oval table set against the back wall with a lit candle set on it.
Dream #3
I was at least in my late teens and was living out in the woods, up in the hills. There were lots of pine trees surrounding me. The family I lived with were poor, but happy. I didn’t understand this at all!
I was sitting underneath a tree with a kind woman. She was shelling peas out of a basket as she spoke. Her kids were chasing each other in the woods. I particularly remember seeing a dark headed boy playing in his church clothes. I told her I didn’t belong there with them. Very cheerfully, she told me – “You will!”
I vividly remember her ‘knowings’ and constant cheerfulness frazzling my nerves. I didn’t believe one word that came out of her mouth. It was like I was suddenly orphaned/marooned with these people. I think I was about seventeen. I wasn’t very young.
Dream #4
This was a very short and quiet dream. No speaking was present. I was just sitting in a chair at a dressing mirror. Three ladies were standing behind me, getting me ready for some social event downstairs. They were putting on my jewelry and doing my hair.
I looked up and saw my reflection in the mirror. I looked a lot like I do now, and I wore a pretty, mint green colored dress. I’m not sure if I was happy or sad in this dream. I think I was just accepting the fact that whatever I was about to do when I went down those stairs… I didn’t have much choice and supposed things could be worse.
Dream #5
This is my favorite b/c it was a very happy dream. I had to have been about 9 or 10 years old. I was in a very fancy house, which I think belonged to an uncle? I was very happy there.
I had many cousins. They were all boys and I had my hands full with them! They were real rascals and I had much trouble trying to calm their wild spirits down to an acceptable level; to a dull roar if you will.
It was Christmastime and we were expecting guests. A large winding staircase was in front of me and the room I was in was very large. Huge french doors were to my left, leading to the backyard. I remember seeing a Christmas wreath hanging above an entrance that led to the next room; above the wreath was the lookout from upstairs. (There was dark wood paneling on the stairs and where the wreath was). I was speaking to a maid that worked there. She wore your typical black and white maids uniform from back then, and had blonde hair. She wore a maids cap also. I remember thinking she was very pretty and very sweet.
The boys came downstairs; at least one sliding down the banister! They were all dressed up real fancy-like in the suits that go to their knees; all their outfits looked the same and they each wore black boots. I threatened to lock them outside if they misbehaved for our guests. They would just laugh and act wilder, running around the room and screaming. I ran after one of the boys that ran out to the back. It was nighttime. He was sitting on top of a garden wall, at one part where it curved/dipped, absently swinging his legs back and forth. He was laughing at me.
When our guests arrived (a man and woman) I answered the door and ushered them inside myself. I felt like I was playing 'grown up.' There was a little Christmas tree in the entrance hall.
Dream #6
I was standing at the side of a dirt road, dressed in traveling clothes. I had a little suitcase in my hand. In the distance I could see a white house. I remember hoping that the people there would welcome me back with open arms. I was really worried about that.
Mom tells me that the way I describe the house and its surroundings... it sounds like her Granny’s old house. There were trees behind the house, which faced a huge open field. A few low bushes were near the dirt road. I was standing at the spot where the road curved. It was a small dirt road.
Dream #7
Not sure this was past life related. (I'm not sure I even believe in past lives. I only started entertaining the notion after having all these dreams. For a few months time I was completely bombarded by them). I think it was just a normal dream, but it was very vivid.
My sister and I (same sister I have now. She looked the same as she does now, too) were at our very first fancy ball. My sister wore a yellow dress. We were sooooo overjoyed to be there. It was so exciting to us that we couldn’t stop smiling.
My sister, myself and a few friends were on one of the stairs landings, looking down at the waltzing couples below. It was very hot in the room, but we were having so much fun that we didn’t care. The stairs had to have gone up four levels, and had many twists and turns. They were VERY WIDE as well. The stairs were beautifully carved and the landings had a large checkered pattern of dark and light wood.
It was loud and incredibly packed at this party. And so, so miserably hot!
Dream #8
I really hate to say it, but I was male. I was on a ship. I was a businessman with a black mustache. Unmarried, but very happy.
I remember walking on this ship at night. I was in a small, closed in area which led to the outside. I saw a few couples walking by; one was a woman in a very fancy, but I thought ugly, orange dress with lots of ruffles gathered at the back. (In the dream I was thinking to myself that this woman probably thinks she's 'all that' in her fancy dress with all her jewels, but that my personal opinion was that it was ugly and overdone). I think she had her fancy umbrella with her, though I can’t fathom why as it was nighttime! A little bit of water was rushing onto the little inside ‘room’ at my feet.
I don’t know that this was the Titanic, as no one was panicky. (I had this dream long before the movie Titanic came out, btw). It was very dark out, but I remember wondering why there was water coming onto the deck. I think the floor of the deck I was on was an orange or brown color.
Then I remember having a business meeting with some people during the day. I don’t know if we were near a white sandy beach, or if the sun was just really beaming down on the white ship deck. It was VERY bright out and hard to see. I remember thinking that I couldn’t wait for this boring meeting and the superficial chit-chat to end. I THINK we were bound for Italy? If so, this wasn't the Titanic.
Dream #9
I'm pretty sure I was male in this dream. (I think it's related to the dream above). I was walking along the beach at night. It was a dark, starry night. I could see a fancy white hotel off in the distance that was sitting right on the beach. It was very beautiful and very big. No other sign of civilization was nearby. It reminds me a lot of the Hotel Coronado in California. It was a white hotel with red roofs.
I was walking along this beach. A few men were walking together nearby, just ahead of me. In the water we saw a ship that was on fire. It looked like a smaller version of a big ship. I saw people screaming. I remember one lady jumping in the water to swim to shore. She had straight, black hair; or it could just be that it was wet. This ship was very near to the shoreline. The men walking ahead of me wanted no part in helping these people, so they ran to the hotel!
I was appalled at their behavior. Just as I was going to help them, the dream ended.
Dream #10
I was dressed in a fancy Victorian dress, walking near the water. I think it was Venice? All of a sudden I hear a lot of people shouting. People in the gondolas are very angry about something. They start throwing things off the boats and the people on the streets are freaking out. I was confused and didn't want any part of it - afraid of getting hurt - so I quickly ran to hide in some corner of a building.
Dream #11
Pretty simple dream. I was looking at the open sea with a LONG dock crowded with people standing in long lines. They were all dressed in Victorian style clothing and the women had parasols with them. Steamboats were moving towards the dock.
Dream #12
I dreamed once of seeing the Titanic underwater. Oddly enough, it was a pretty peaceful dream. I saw one of the outside hallways, and the light filtering in was a serene blue. It was also completely silent save that 'roaring' type sound of being underwater.
Reading someone did, which matches a few of my dreams:
Your next life you are just as beautiful. This is some place in Italy. I’m judging this due to your house. It’s huge girl!!! I see you as a 22-24 year old girl Laraine? Loraine… Something like that.
Your family has a sense an authority. It seems your dad is some sort of an official in the country. The times seems Victorian to me.
Titanic
The following is a vision which just popped into my head one evening...
Oddly enough, this happened on April 14th. It wasn't until years later that I discovered April 14th was the day the Titanic sank. (And this vision happened YEARS before the movie came out. I'm not a Titanic history buff either).
It was like seeing a scene from a movie. I saw a man, probably in his early thirties, wearing a suit. There were two young boys with him. They were in a hallway which had silver tea carts lined up against the wall with teapots and fancy pastries. Maids would walk past them, as well as people dressed in Victorian clothing. It was very crowded and busy, despite the fact that this hallway and the surrounding area (more halls) were a "backstage area" if you will.
The man conversed with the little boys almost the same as he would speak to an adult. (Like he saw the boys as equals and while he knew they were still young, he wasn’t going to ‘talk down’ to them). He spoke to the youngest boy the most, who was your typical happy child. Very imaginative I think, too. I seem to remember dark brown curly hair. The other boy with him was a little older and much quieter. I think the kids’ suits were a light shade of blue? (Their suits went to their knees, I think).
And that was it. Just these three people conversing in a hallway, then walking and still talking to one another through another crowded, very busy hall.
For two days this vision (or whatever you want to call it) bugged me. It felt so very REAL, which prompted me to think that perhaps I was remembering a scene from an actual movie. I cannot begin to express how real this all felt. I’m not sure it was past life related, but I suppose it could be a possibility. It was strange b/c this was only the second ‘vision’ I had ever had. It just blindsided me. It just popped into my head out of nowhere, about one minute after turning out the light to go to bed.
UPDATE:
My mother just told me something interesting. When I was a toddler, she says I went beyond disliking baths. It was as if baths were sheer torture and I was deathly afraid of them. She said that out of all the babies she's ever raised or babysat, never had she encountered screams like that. It got to the point where she finally just gave me sponge baths on the bed. Lol!
So now I'm thinking maybe that's Titanic related? (Or just any sunken ship really. I only say Titanic b/c of the coincidence mentioned earlier, about the date). I don't really have a fear of water these days though.
Genealogy
Below is an excerpt from my mother's genealogy files. My mother told me about this. Maybe there is a connection here b/w my ancestors and these dreams of mine? I'm the first to admit though that this is grasping at straws. I had to include it here though b/c it was fun to read:
The plantation was in Monroe County, Mississippi. The third county down from the Tennessee line. The Tombiggbee River ran through their plantation. He said he and his two younger brothers and some of the little slave boys used to slip off and go fishing down to the river on Sunday afternoons. One time they caught a lot of fish, took them to the house and all of them got hard spankings for fishing on Sunday and he said they ate the fish. He never thought that was right.
His daddy made all the German boys (Note: 'German' was my grandmother's family's last name) help the slaves with the work; around the house, at the barn and in the fields.
The Plantation House was a big two-story white house with big rooms and a winding stairway. The parlor was huge. They used to give weekend dances. People would gather Friday P.M. and stay until Sunday morning. The children had to stay upstairs while the dances were going on and they would peep down through the banisters and watch the people dance. One night one of the girls lost her bustle while dancing. Said it rolled all across the floor. He always laughed when he told that. He was a good storyteller. They only had sixteen grown slaves and some children. He didn't have an overseer over his slaves. They went and came as they wanted to - to the fields....
Their slave cook was named Sally. Some slaves followed along behind the wagons and came all the way to Texas with them.
The kitchen was built far away from the main plantation house. Across one side of the kitchen was a nursery for the slave babies. Granddaddy and his two younger brothers had to take care of them.
The description of the house and all the parties my great-great-great grandfather always held match a few of my dreams. Also, in that one dream I was no longer rich and was orphaned with strangers; although nice strangers. I didn't feel like I fit in with them. Could this have been after the civil war? My ancestors did go from being high society to destitute after the war.
This dream was like seeing an oil painting of a scene set in Roman times. It was seeing a flight of gigantic stone steps leading very high toward the ceiling. At the top of these steps was a man slapping a whip. He wore white and was very evil. Below him were hundreds of white slaves; all male. You could see that torchlight was lighting the inside of this cave. Or could this have possibly been a pyramid?
I’ve had only about 3 or 4 waking visions in my life, which is surprising. They just came so out-of-the-blue. I wasn’t even really into the paranormal when I had my first vision, and I certainly didn’t believe in past lives.
My dreams (Patrick-related especially) set in the Renaissance can be found throughout this blog. (I also have a main website about that, but I'm on the fence over sharing it here).
Lady Inside A Castle...
This dream isn’t on my Patrick websites, so I’ll type it up here. This was another ‘painting’ dream, as most of my Renaissance dreams are.
It was a painting type picture/scene of a lady combing her straight brown, long hair in her room. To her left was a brown stone wall with an open window. There was no glass in this window. It was just an opening. I also think she was wearing a white gown, which had no sleeves.
That was the entire dream. Just watching a lady performing a simple everyday task.
It was a very dreary day out. Our surroundings were very drab and ugly, and our cabin was next to a lake. We were poor. I was about thirteen or fourteen years old, I suppose. My father was loading several barrels of something onto a wooden raft.
It was raining and muddy all around. I was upset and very angry that he was leaving me back there to stay in a place I loathed so much. I kept begging him to let me go with him. (He was going to come back, and wherever he was going was work-related). I was miserable.
There was an oxen nearby. My mother was standing far behind me and my sister was sort of to my side. She had dark black hair and was small. My mother had light auburn hair and had a dishtowel in her hands. The house was looming behind her.
I was very depressed in this dream. The only colors around me were drab browns and grays. On another site, someone did a few PL readings for me. One of the lives they told me about matched this one.
Reading someone did:
Very beautiful young women I see in your past life. You mentioned two past lives but I will speak of the first one.
I sense some sadness. Its images I see are amazingly similar to those I got with my friend Alexandra. I see a wooden home with fireplace in the mid USA. You were segregated from outside life. Your dad was very over protective of the family in this life. I sense that he was hiding a secret. He was in fear for his life for a misdeed that he had done. You had much resentment for him in this life and a sense of sadness due to no love. Meaning you never were allowed to get married and some feelings are left over from this. I don’t know how it is in your current life and if these feelings were passed on. But my burning sage exercise may help you if it is still a problem. Maybe not like men and don’t know why? That’s what I mean.
There is a woman named Claire and she is your mother. You and her are doing family chores together. You speak with your mother very closely. I sense a strong bond here because I see you crying on her. Oh wait I Just realized I didn’t tell you your name because they wont give me it.
Another dream:
This dream I had a very long time ago. I never wrote it down, so I can't recall all the details.
What I do remember is being with my father, outside in some field. There were covered wagons EVERYWHERE, and I think the landscape was hilly. I believe we were there day and night. We were all waiting for someone to arrive, and I remember feeling very excited for some reason. I was probably about 13 years old in this dream.
I think this was a recurring dream, which I never bothered to write down until now. I think I’ve had this dream 2 or 3 times so far.
Let me first say that this is yet another space dream. I don’t know why I keep having these dreams, as never in my life have I even read a science fiction novel. Until I started having these dreams, I was never even interested in watching science fiction movies like Star Trek, etc. (Although I am a Star Wars fan).
In this dream I was inside a spaceship with a small crew. It’s really hard to describe what the ship looked like. I didn’t see it from the outside. I only saw it from the inside of the room I was in.
The shape of it was really strange. The best way I can describe it to think of the design of a seashell in that it has separate ‘chambers’ that curve this way and that. I was standing inside this room, and to my left there was a ‘work station’ so-to-speak. It had a chair and desk/switch board. Someone was sitting at it. What’s really strange is that this work station was sitting inside an alcove of sorts. (Hence my using the design of a seashell as an example). There was a large space above this alcove/work station. (Think of an elevator shaft with a desk and chair inside). My guess is that this work station was able to move to the upper stories of the ship… hence that open space above it.
To my right, and high up was another work station. It was on a higher floor, but there were no walls. I guess the best way to describe it is to think of a large curving staircase with a work station on it. Above that work station there were many, many, many more upper stories. This ship was very TALL, and near the top there were really large windows which allowed for a view of the outside. At the top pane of windows I could see the moon glowing in a sea of black.
I suppose it’s possible we could have been on Earth at night, but in my dream it felt like outer space.
November 2013
The first part of this dream was horrible, so I’ll skip to the strange part. (And I do mean s-t-r-a-n-g-e. It was like something out of the movie Avatar).
There were these fancy, graceful birds that were pretty large. They were very elegant in the way they flew, and in the wind their wings would flow like scarves. Their feathers were a peachy color.
Words can’t describe how very flowing, graceful and otherworldly these birds were!
The Quetzal, and Asian Paradise Flycatcher, reminds me of them. (I had to do research to discover that birds like this even exist).
And now the strange part: People had no idea how these birds really traveled from place to place. Unbeknownst to the world, they traveled in disguise; inside the form of a fancy flower which was in actual fact a wormhole which led to other dimensions.
See? I told ya it was weird, so I’ll try to explain.
These ‘flowers’ looked like the petals of some fancy flower you’d find in Hawaii. It looked very tropical, and to we humans we saw nothing but the flower itself, and then the stray ‘fluff’ from the flower; a lot like a dandelion, only larger. (The flower being larger).
These birds were inside the 'fluff', flying around in flocks. In other words, another dimension was inside the fluff, hidden from our view.
But all we could see was the flower, and it's fluff, floating on the wind.
7-5-15 UPDATE:
Another way to describe the underlying concept of this dream is to imagine the Tardis from Doctor Who; bigger on the inside. (I don't know why I didn't think of that before).
But now to my update...
Before going to bed last night I decided to scroll through the tv programs to see if I wanted to dvr anything. A couple weeks ago I started watching Star Trek for the first time. (The Next Generation series, with Patrick Stewart). So far, I'm not really a big fan of it but have continued watching some of the episodes when they come on anyway.
So last night I decided to go ahead and record one of the Next Generation movies set to air this morning. (It's called Insurrection). I came really close to canceling it after programming it to record, and then this morning I came close to just deleting it and not watching it at all.... but in the end I decided to just quickly fast-forward through sections of it.
Near the beginning of the movie I noticed a fancy bird that looked like the birds from my dream described above. I thought that really odd, so I decided to fast-forward a little slowly just to see if it makes a reappearance.
Which it did, and not only did I see the bird... I also saw the flower/fluff!
In this particular scene of the movie, there's a woman and Captain Picard sitting inside a garden. She touches his hand, and everything starts to slow in time. The little cascade of water starts to move in slow motion, and the woman picks up a flower and blows away the stray fluff from it. This fluff slowly glides toward the bird.
That is to say, the fancy bird that is eerily similar to the one from my dream; fancy, long tail feathers.
What are the odds of that happening? (Seeing the fancy bird AND the dandelion-like fluff).
FYI: This is the second time something like this has happened. (Dreaming about something strange, and then seeing it on a Sci-Fi series either the next day or years later).
October 21, 2013
This dream was just silly. I dreamed that my brother had a daughter, and she was a silly little thing. She had straight blonde hair and wore a dress-up princess dress which was handmade. It was very feminine with these pretty rosebuds sewn on.
Her sense of humor was really silly, albeit strange. It was Halloween, and she was afraid that her dad was going to sneak inside her bedroom while she was asleep to steal all her Halloween candy.
The Halloween candy was inside a bowl set on a little kids table in her room. She wanted to catch her father if he tried sneaking off with any of her candy loot during the night, so she had a plan.
What she did was go to bed, wearing swimming goggles of all things. She knew it’d be difficult to see if her eyes were open or closed inside the mask, so should her father start stealing her candy, he’d soon find out that she was witness to his crime.
Told ya it was silly!
September 2013
This dream was very short.
I dreamed about two characters in the first book I ever wrote. In it, “Emily” (the main character) was holding a newborn baby. Sitting next to her was her stepdaughter, “Amelia,” all grown up or at least around 19 years of age. Emily told Amelia that this was going to be the last baby she’ll ever have.
Emily felt very melancholy about that. Very sad. Sad and bittersweet.
After Emily shared her feelings about the baby, Amelia said nothing and just held her hand.
Also, even though she remained silent in the dream, Amelia’s personality - and even her appearance - felt a lot like Rebecca’s. (When writing the first book of the series, “Rebecca” was undoubtedly the most vocal of my characters. She was a hoot to listen to and from the very beginning she came to me as a fully formed, fleshed out character).
Two Dreams – 2012 and 2013
Until now, I never wrote these dreams down because they were so strange and difficult to explain.
Or even comprehend.
First Dream:
I was walking outside, at night, in the neighborhood my grandmother used to live in when I was little. (My house was only blocks away from hers. I practically lived at Grandma’s house on the weekends).
So it was nighttime and I was strolling through the neighborhood when suddenly I see that there’s something following me. This something feels almost impossible to even explain.
The closest way I can describe it is to imagine a very square, boxy chair of sorts. Kind of like a bunch of black Legos connected in an odd shape. It sort of looked like a throne, but with odd angles. It made no noise as it floated in the air and followed me around.
And it literally followed me around, like a shadow. I was really creeped out about it, because it felt like it had intelligence. I did my best not to show how frightened I was, but with every single step I took it continued following me around. And it really was perfectly silent and hovered only a few feet from the ground.
Second Dream:
This one is even more difficult to explain than the first. I wish I had written this dream down after I had it, but I just could not find the words to convey what was going on.
Because I had NO IDEA what was going on. Even now, I’m at a loss because - once again - the images in this dream are things I’ve never seen before and my brain literally can’t comprehend. (It’s a lot like trying to explain to a goldfish what life above the water they’re swimming in is like. To a goldfish, there is no world outside their little pond. The thought that there is one would never even enter their heads).
I’ll do my best to explain, but bear in mind that it’s taken months of thinking to unearth a description at all.
First of all, I was in outer space. There were a lot of people around. I think we were in some kind of building. No, not even a building but a ‘patio’ or observation deck. (I’ve had a dream with a deck of sorts floating in space before, and this one was either invisible or black). There wasn’t a roof over our heads or anything like that. It really was as if we were standing on some kind of platform right there in empty space, although behind me I could tell that there was a building of some sort.
All my attention, however, was focused to my right. On the right hand side from where I was standing, you could see some sort of…. grid. It was golden colored, and on this grid there were a lot of objects floating. Even while looking at it I was having trouble comprehending what I was seeing because, like I said before…. these were objects my eyes had never seen before. My brain just could not compute what I was seeing. (It would be like asking your dog to explain to you what a circle was. Impossible. A dog doesn’t have the ability to speak your language, and even if it did it’s never been taught what shapes even are).
So I was looking at this weird “grid,” or whatever it was. I tried identifying all the things floating in front of it, but couldn’t. The only thing that I could comprehend was that I ‘think’ there were planets floating in front of it…. but I had no idea if they were real planets or just images of planets; like holograms. Everything else might have been debris or… or anything. I really don’t know. I have no clue what all these objects were.
But it gets stranger, and really uncomfortable here. As I was watching everything going on to my right, I realized that if a person moves too much – or beyond a certain spot – their body starts to pitch forward. Their body, and the “floor” they’re standing on starts to go all topsy-turvy. Everything starts to move and doesn’t stand still. It was a horrible, out of control feeling. It was as if gravity was trying to pull you in. If you took even one tiny step outside a certain zone, the gravity takes over and you get pulled in.
What’s strange to me about this is that I’ve had several space dreams over the years with the same theme. Well, almost. This particular dream was a little different, but close enough. (In those other dreams, every time I’d close my eyes I could feel myself flying like the speed of light. It, too, was a very uncomfortable out of control feeling. Only, in the split second that you open your eyes again, everything around you is still and perfectly normal. Once you open your eyes, you’re in control again but once you close them…. it’s like some automatic pilot takes over. Words can’t describe how fast I’m talking about here. I’m talking something like the speed of light itself).
Oh, Dear....
I had this dream back in March of 2012. I decided to post it here because it's just too ridiculous.
I was trying to find a bathroom that was more private, and get this... I was flippin' DORIS DAY, and also in the dream was John Wayne, Dean Martin and Frank Sinatra.
Wuh-huh? 
I don't even want this one analyzed.
(Via)
These dreams I had a few weeks ago, but never bothered to write down until now.
First Dream:
I suddenly found myself in a parallel world. I wasn't sure how I arrived to be there, but I knew that it didn't matter. I was there and I had to deal with it.
I was walking outside with a lot of people. It was a sunny day, and walking to my left was a man. He was kind of a big, muscular guy with red hair.
He was my husband in that parallel world, and that kind of freaked me out but just as I felt about being there in the first place... I had no choice but to accept the facts.
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Second Dream:
(Via)
This dream was so creepy!
I was in some bathroom, getting ready in the morning, when suddenly I see a grasshopper and a spider. (It could have been a cricket, but I think it was a grasshopper).
The grasshopper and spider both had these cartoonish faces. They could actually smile, which creeped me out like you wouldn't believe. It was like watching some children's cartoon come to life in the real world. The grasshopper freaked me out the most, because he walked on two legs just like a person. He was observing me, and kept tilting his head sideways.
Which was also very disturbing. It was like it was some kind of alien.
Now, in real life I'm always rescuing spiders when I find them in the house and in over 90% of my dreams at night I'm rescuing animals. But in this particular dream I was creeped out by the spider because it had human characteristics in that it could actually smile. I didn't want to kill it, but at the same time I didn't trust the spider or grasshopper for one minute. I knew that they both had to be killed, but I didn't want to be the one to do it.
And so I called for my father to do it instead, but before he could even get there the creepy grasshopper killed the spider himself. He killed him by sucking/slurping his brains out. I could actually hear it happening.
This is NOT a typical dream for me. It was disgusting.
I'm not sure what happened after that, but let me tell ya... that grasshopper was one of the most frightening things I've ever dreamed of in my entire life. Words can't describe how scary it was to see an insect, with human intelligence, observing you.
