These dreams/ posted in: General
I had the weirdest dream this morning.
I went to an amusement park/mall. The husband followed me. I wasn’t happy because I wanted to go by myself. We walked around a bit to decide what we wanted to do. There was a guy dressed as Dracula that walked past. We leaned against a big sign in the middle of the corridor. A guy dressed like Frankenstein came up and said that we were leaning on his sign. He flopped down on a big couch beside the sign. (It was actually the round couch from the middle of the hotel lobby on Angel.) They were advertising a play called Monsters on Parade. It was at 1:00 and 4:00 in a theater two blocks from the mall. It was almost 4:00 so we decided to go. The husband started walking but I stopped to ask a girl for directions. She said to go out the door and turn left. Go a few blocks and it would be on the road to the right. If I “scrunched down real low” I would be able to see the theater from the main road.
When I got outside I could see the husband walking the wrong way. He was with two other people. He was too far away to yell at and I was mad at him for following me anyway. I figured that they would find out they were going the wrong way and catch up. I walked to the theater with some people I knew from vet school.
When I got there I had to go down a short flight of stairs to a very small and dingy room. If you walked through this room you could enter the theater. At the top of the stairs there was another door into the theater. I waited in the small room for the husband to show up. When he didn’t and the play was about to start I tried to call his cell phone. I couldn’t get a signal so I stepped out of the room to the foot of the stairs. I saw two men with guns run in and go through the top door to the theater. They started shooting everyone. There was a door to my right. I tried to open it but I had slippery gloves on and couldn’t grip the handle. I knew if I ran up the steps they would see me so I ducked back into the small room and hid behind the door. I was hoping they wouldn’t come in here. There was another person from vet school there and she was hiding near a coat stand. The men came in and shot her. I had my back to the room and was waiting to get shot. It seemed logical to me that they should sweep the room with gunfire. But they didn’t. In front of me on the wall words started to form. It was like reading this dream in a book. It said, “She feels the heat when the first bullets rip through her back.” I closed my eyes and held my breath but nothing happened. I looked again and that sentence repeated but the type was a little bigger. Nothing happened. It kept repeating and then the words started to look like they were on fire. I was really scared that I was going to get shot any second so I started willing myself to wake up. I finally did and it was all over.
This was after a dream I had where the husband was elected one of three co-presidents of the country. (Now that’s a nightmare!) I was on a trip somewhere and I had to get back for the parade. The significant others of the presidents were to watch the parade from the really fancy many-roomed skybox. But you really couldn’t see from there. I wanted to see the parade more but everyone else was more interested in socializing. I knew my mom was outside and could see. I talked to her on the phone and she said it was wonderful. Then I was really upset that I couldn’t see it myself. There was more to it than that but I can’t remember it all.
I’ve always had very strange and vivid dreams. Generally they repeat. I checked Dream Bank to see if they interpret any dreams like mine but they aren’t even close. The earliest one I remember happened because of George Washington. In 1753 George Washington came to my town to ask the French to abandon a fort they had just built. They said no. (I always thought they should have shot him for his insolence and changed world history but that’s not the point of this story.) Sometimes Boy Scouts would trace the route that he was said to have taken. My house was on the route. The night after I saw my first set of Boy Scouts hiking the route I first had a dream that I had off and on for years.
I’m sleeping in my bed and I hear drums. I look out the window and the British army is marching down my street. It is a Redcoat-era army playing the drums during the march. I know there is going to be a war at my house and I lay back down in bed terrified. Alternatively I would go and hide behind something in my closet. I spent a lot of time as a kid imagining what I could hide behind most effectively in my closet when the war came. I think I was a bit odd.