Dream # 8 + childhood nightmares

 For those of you whom are avid followers, you may remember when I was having strange dreams during gradschool and would post them on here....even though they were very creepy and sometimes a bit messed up and morbid. Wellll, I have been having some strange dreams again and thought it might be an interesting thing for people to read once again. I had two of them. Not last night, but two nights ago. So basically Thursday night for those of you who  get confused with the time difference and such. Here they are.

The first was during the night. I was actually woken up by Alex from this dream. Apparently I was making strange and creepy muffed noises in my sleep. First he said he found it amusing and then he thought it was creepy so he woke me up. It took me a long time the next morning to remember this dream, but I was able to remember bits of it.

I was running from someone or something that I never saw or spoke about in the dream. I definitely was afraid and knew what it was in the dream, but it was never hinted at during my actual dream. For whatever reason I knew that I had to kill whatever or whoever it was before they killed me. (sidebar - to be honest, I think this dream stemmed from the horror films we have been watching lately) So there I was, walking and running around this house that looked a great deal like the house from a videogame Alex and I are currently playing. I was holding a butchers knife for protecting and knew I needed to use it in self defense, once I found whoever was after me. I don't remember coming face to face with anything scary or dangerous, I only remember looking and being afraid. Then my memory goes a bit blank about what happened in the dream. Somehow I got from that house to a generic English looking corner shop/convince store. For whatever reason I was looking for a half gallon of milk.

This is when Alex woke me up in real life. I remember him nudging me and I assumed in my sleepy state that I must've been stealing his covers or pillow or something. I rolled over and the dream continued. For whatever reason, in my dream this made me decide that I was simply not going to find any milk. I was not particularly bothered about it in the dream and left the store. Then the dream goes black. (sidebar - I also think that scene was a bit from the videogame we have been playing because |I was at this point watching myself in third person and my movements were very stiff and emotionless, like in the videogame. Then, of course, when a scene in the games ends the screen fades to black)

The other dream took place that morning. Alex had to take his mom into work and I stayed in bed, falling back asleep because it was quarter to 8 in the morning. In this dream I met Alex at a restaurant. As I was being shown to my table (where he was to be waiting) I passed by a table of some of my best friends from back home. They all said hello to me and I chatted them up for a few moments before telling them I would be back later to talk to them. I remember being genuine about coming back to speak with them, but I never did in the dream. When I got to the table I was met by Alex and some pregnant girl I had never seen before that looked a few years younger than me. I remember being irritated in the dream because Alex was overly concerned with this pregnant girl that I knew nothing of. The almost child did not belong to Alex, but for whatever reason he was a bit protective of this girl and her unborn baby. I was feeling very isolated and was getting upset as we ate a meal in this semi-fancy restaurant. As my irritation grew, Alex because irritated with me but never said anything to me directly. Then a friend of mine showed up (not one from the table I passed, but another friend from back in the states). She was my reinforcement, even though she had to sit opposite me at the table. At one point she was trying to communicate with me but I could not read her lips. I got up and walked over to her so that she could tell me whatever was on her mind, Alex got really upset even though my friend had whispered something in my ear. (sidebar - I forgot to mention that this dream was entirely in third person. Also, I did not hear whatever it was my friend said. Dream me did, but not me the observer). So anyways, Alex started yelling at me for offending someone who was carrying a child, saying I was being insensitive to the girl's needs. Thats when Alex came back form dropping his mom off and when I got up for the day.

Of course Alex did not like these dreams. Found the first really creepy and the second offensive because he thought it was implying either that he got a girl pregnant or that he would stick up for someone else over me, neither of which he would ever do. I just see them as dreams. Definitely there are connections between the films we have been watching lately and the videogame we have been playing.

The first was in first person. I was in the house I grew up in, but it looked as though it had been burned down or like a tornado had made its way through the house. The rest of my family was gone, but it was not as if they were dead or had been hurt. They just simply were not there. The only other person in the house was a Spanish speaking man with a banjo. I know, it sounds ridiculous. He never spoke, he just played a banjo and sang a song in Spanish that I did not understand. I can't tell you what the song meant or even if he was for sure singing in Spanish because it has been so long since I have had the dream. But the tune was always the same and had the same words I did not understand. The whole dream was me wondering around the house. Sometimes I walked slowly, and other times I ran. Usually both happened at some point in the dream. No matter where I ran in the house the banjo playing man would be there as I entered the room, sitting on a pile of rubble that once was my family's possessions. He never did anything else. Never even gave me a mean look or moved from his pile of rubbish. He was a static, robotic like Spanish man that seemed to not even be aware of my existence. But he always played and he always looked straight ahead of him. The whole dream was me going from room to room, trying to find a way out. I never really disturbed anything in the rooms. All the door and windows were blocked with things. There was no room left on the house and in played the walls were down, but I never climbed the piles of broken things to get out. It was like I was trapped in the open paths of the house and knew that disturbing anything in the house would just collapse it or make things worse. I was just always searching for a way out and always terrified, even though nothing ever directly threatened me. I was not afraid of dying or scared without my family. I just wanted away from the Spanish banjo man.

The second reoccurring nightmare I used to have was in third person. It had an old black and white cartoon feel to it. There was no sound, which probably ups the scary factor. Unlike the first nightmare where things where in variations of grey, this dream had things only in black, white, or one shade of grey. There were no shadows or depth to the dream at all. In this dream, I watched myself in a field. Grass was grey, flowers were black, I was in a white dress with simple black features and a ribbon in my hair. I was picking the flowers. I would bend over slowly to look at them before picking them. They all were sortof in a convenient row, although I was surrounded by a field of them. I was oblivious to anything else around me. There was no other scenery besides the field covered in flowers. There were some hills. After picking a few flowers the dream would zoom out to a wider shot. In this wider shot was a bit, black steam roller type machine rolling towards me. The machine was largely lacking in detail. It had sharp angles and was big. The machine had a giant shoe on an arm that came off the front of it. As the machine rolled towards me the shoe would come down and smash the flowers behind me. In the dream I knew that the show would smash me but because dream me was obvious to what was happening, I had to watch as the machine steadily came closer to me at only a slightly faster rate than I picked flowers. It was a long dream and nothing changed from there. The machine would get closer and dream me would keep picking flowers. Dream me never noticed the giant shoe until it was about to smush me. Then dream me turned around to see the shoe hovering over me, only to sit there and watch and scream. I always woke up at that point and never actually saw myself getting smushed.

It really is pretty amusing now that I think of it. I was basically in an old black and white cartoon where a shoe was big enough to smash me. a be weird and not actually that scary. But man was it as a child.