Dreams

For ama and Will, as promised. Most of my dreams are weird and usually vivid. And a lot of them are nightmares. I think they are influenced by anxiety, depression, and pills. ha. Feel free to share yours.

I’ll start out with a recurring nightmare I can still remember from when I was a kid. The dream was always the same; it was dinner time and me and my parents were sitting at the table. I was told to go check something in the basement. I walked down the hallway and opened the basement door, I started to descend the stairs slowly. In the basement lived a… leprechaun. He was tiny and had a little green coat on. But he was an evil leprechaun. His face was menacing. He would run after me, and I would turn around and try to climb the stairs, but my legs always gave out. I would try to scream, but my voice would give out. I would yell and yell for my parents, but they couldn’t hear me. The leprechaun would pull at my legs so I would go further and further into the basement. (I should mention my basement is old, damp, smelly, dark, and creepy). Eventually I would just wake up. I told someone about my recurring dream and they told me to try and change it. So, the next time I had this dream, I didn’t try to run when the leprechaun came after me. I asked him why he was doing this to me. He answered with, “I don’t know.” Uh, the rest of our conversation is fuzzy, this was along time ago, after all. We ended up on some sort of hilltop that overlooked a city, and we settled our differences. lol. That was the last time I had the leprechaun dream.

This is a dream I had in July of 2010. I was in some woods. Unfamiliar to me. It looked like it was autumn. Dead trees, and leaves all over the ground. I was with someone, can’t recall who, but they then disappeared. So I was alone. I looked down and there were deer carcasses everywhere. Bones and bones. All over the damn place. I looked up and there was a huge black bear and it was coming after me. I ran down some hill and down a short narrow path, to a door. Just a door, upright, all by itself. (What? aren’t there doors in your dream woods?). So, I opened the door, and came out into a town. There was a WaWa (um, this is a local convenience store, for anyone that doesn’t know.) in front of me. I walked over to a payphone on the side of the building (I guess cell phones don’t exist here) to call someone to help me. I saw the bear coming, I was panicked, but he walked right past me, like he didn’t even see me. The rest is a blur.

Same night, different dream. I got into my mom’s car, put it in drive, and just mowed down our wooden fence. I guess the neighbors were cool with it. So, my mom and I were going to put in another fence. It was made of plastic. Why plastic, I don’t know. I turned around and my dog, Sammy was behind us. My mom didn’t seem to notice her. I started to pet her and then I got this weird feeling. Something wasn’t right. And it wasn’t the fact that I just plowed down our fence. My dog was dead. I remembered that she died years ago. I turned to ask my mom if this was a dream. She said, “I don’t think it is.” I said, “No, I think this is a dream.” My mom continued to argue that it wasn’t a dream. Then I said, “Yes, it is…” I woke up.

Wrote this one down in February of 2011. This one is sort of apocalyptic. I was outside of my house, my parents were outside somewhere too, and there were alot of other people standing around. Which is very unusual. There aren’t a lot of houses nearby. There’s a field across the street from my house, and everyone is looking that way. There were about 10 tornadoes touching down, and off in the distance I could see giant balls of hail. The size of cars practically. Everything changed then and suddenly I’m in this big cabin, with the local “towns folk”. I walk out onto a deck because I see other people standing there looking at something. We’re surrounded by a forest. Thick, green pine trees. That’s what the people are looking at. Only, they’re looking past the trees at something I can’t see. It’s getting dark and it’s foggy. My dad decides to be a hero or something and he walks out torwards the forest, and something reaches out and pulls him in. It grabs some other people that ran over to investigate. The next thing I see is a giant gorilla face peering out from the woods. So, like, King Kong killed my dad.

Okay, I’m tired of going through my journals to find dreams. There are lots of others. Like ones with hordes of zombie-vampires trying to eat me, but I won’t get into that. lol.