I had an unbelievably real seeming nightmare this morning...it left me with knots in my back, a feeling of nausea and on the verge of tears.
We were at a hotel somewhere off in the mountains, and invited to some gathering in room 435. Only there was no 4th floor. There was a button in the elevator, so no one actually knew. The elevator shot through the glass, left me with a gash on my forehead and landed us on the roof. He the preceded to take all of the children and put them in his van, then somehow transported us all to a different location where he shot babies one by one as well as any of the rest of us who tried to escape. At one point my friend spoke up and said something really profound...enough to distract him long enough for us both to scramble into his van and hit the gas. There were no other vehicles at the site, so we were sure to be safe. For some reason though, instead of driving straight to the police we drove down a driveway and went into an abandoned house...WHY WOULD I DO THAT???? WHY WOULDN'T I KEEP DRIVING?! For some reason the house started to move, almost like an earthquake and I tumbled out of the house and hopped on a bike which had no lights so I couldn't see a thing. I abandoned the bike and ran to the next farm house and pressed the door bell numerous times. I knew the people that owned the house so when they saw the frightened look on my face they immediately let me in. By this time I had lost my friend, and I had expected the worse for her. We called the police immediately and could hear shrieks of infants being slaughtered. I knew if was only moments before he would come looking for me. we ran around the house trying to lock every opening...but before we got to the large screen door, he appeared in the house...gun raised and ready to shoot. It seemed that only the kids and me were worried enough to put our hands in the air...the others still scrambled around until they noticed he was there. He took me by the arm and said "maybe this will teach you"...as he fired a shot through my frail wrist.
I tried to wake myself and keep myself from thinking about the dream, but all I could think was "how stupid of you...why didn't you run into the dark bushes?...he never would have found you. Why didn't you drive to the police right away?"
I came upstairs soon after and asked Dee for a hug. I needed a little comfort as silly as that sounds. As Dee left for work she saw the tears start to well up in my eyes and told me that thoughts that are anything but loving can't possibly be from God...so try to fight it off, brush it off...yes, that's what I need to do.
We were at a hotel somewhere off in the mountains, and invited to some gathering in room 435. Only there was no 4th floor. There was a button in the elevator, so no one actually knew. The elevator shot through the glass, left me with a gash on my forehead and landed us on the roof. He the preceded to take all of the children and put them in his van, then somehow transported us all to a different location where he shot babies one by one as well as any of the rest of us who tried to escape. At one point my friend spoke up and said something really profound...enough to distract him long enough for us both to scramble into his van and hit the gas. There were no other vehicles at the site, so we were sure to be safe. For some reason though, instead of driving straight to the police we drove down a driveway and went into an abandoned house...WHY WOULD I DO THAT???? WHY WOULDN'T I KEEP DRIVING?! For some reason the house started to move, almost like an earthquake and I tumbled out of the house and hopped on a bike which had no lights so I couldn't see a thing. I abandoned the bike and ran to the next farm house and pressed the door bell numerous times. I knew the people that owned the house so when they saw the frightened look on my face they immediately let me in. By this time I had lost my friend, and I had expected the worse for her. We called the police immediately and could hear shrieks of infants being slaughtered. I knew if was only moments before he would come looking for me. we ran around the house trying to lock every opening...but before we got to the large screen door, he appeared in the house...gun raised and ready to shoot. It seemed that only the kids and me were worried enough to put our hands in the air...the others still scrambled around until they noticed he was there. He took me by the arm and said "maybe this will teach you"...as he fired a shot through my frail wrist.
I tried to wake myself and keep myself from thinking about the dream, but all I could think was "how stupid of you...why didn't you run into the dark bushes?...he never would have found you. Why didn't you drive to the police right away?"
I came upstairs soon after and asked Dee for a hug. I needed a little comfort as silly as that sounds. As Dee left for work she saw the tears start to well up in my eyes and told me that thoughts that are anything but loving can't possibly be from God...so try to fight it off, brush it off...yes, that's what I need to do.
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I hate when I have those dreams that when I wake up... it feels like it was real! You remember so much detail... I can usually only remember bits and pieces. Your day can only get better! :)
Hmmm,
I have lots of dreams, many of them very vivid and and cinematic, like I'm participating in a movie, complete with camera moves (this started long before I was working in the film industry). I never really had many scary dreams; some when I was a kid, of course, but I don't have many anymore. I do have 'emotionally heavy' dreams, usually involving my step daughter who I miss terribly, and sometimes my wife.
I am of the opinion that dreams don't come from anywere but yourself and the thoughts, experiences and information that you are processing. I think that dreams offer us an opportunity to "test drive" situations that we are unsure of, scared of, or have had trouble with in the past. Dreams offer us the chance to do exactly what you have done in your description of this terrifying dream: you have explored techniques for dealing with this kind of situation. As soon as you succeded, you subconcious created a new situation to pose the same challange, up until the point that you exprienced the trauma of a gunshot wound. Our dreams offer us a relatively safe environment in which to face our fears and challanges in , refine our responses, and reflect on our choices.
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