10 Years Later

So I've been thinking about this for a while now, it has been ten years since this one dream I've had. I haven't had it since but it had made such a huge impact on me that I still remember it very well to this day. I've been a vivid dreamer since I was a small child and I never really knew why.

Anyway, in this dream I was walking down this hall of smooth white stone. It wasn't marble or granite because it didn't give off that slick look that those stones have. I couldnt tell you what it was. I can feel the skirt of what I'm wearing brushing against my feet (no shoes here) and a weight of a heavy chain belt around my waist. I continue down this hall to the back of the building. And the light changes from a soft afternoon light to the stormy gray of an approaching tempest. I can feel the wind picking up as clouds roll in, but I am not focused on the storm. I am focused on a dark haired person in front of me who is handing me a ring with a huge blue green stone set in the band. I can't really see this person's face and the storm is making me nervous, with the waves crashing dangerously high against the back of the building.

I later drew a picture of the ring I was given and found the style of ring about 5 years later with a mystic topaz set in it. I couldn't find one with that blue green stone (later realizing it was a turmoline and those are super expensive), but it felt right to have my birth stone even if it were the wrong color (topaz should be blue or amber for birth month). Strange how things worked out.

Trying not to slack

Yesterday, I dreamt that I was on some sort of journey and I was headed into a swampy area. There were a couple of others with me and we stopped at what looked like a campground. We looked at these cabins that were in this odd arrangement when an old man opened his door and motioned for us to come in. He seemed real twitchy and kept telling us it wasn't safe out there. Being curious we asked why it wasn't, but we didn't get a real answe out of him. Instead he retreated to a back room and left us poking around his living room. At some point something changed and it felt weird to be there. I got this urge to hide and I wasn't sure why. We tried to leave out the back, but through the screen we could see these human shaped, red faced creatures patrolling between cabins. I'm not sure what they were but I do know that they had caused the old man's twitchyness. We kept waiting, looking for an opening to leave. I'm not sure if we got it.

So the last couple of dreams have been featuring either ex friends or exs and I'm not entirely sure why.

At one point I was at my ex's house and I was leaving after waiting for his parents to retreat to their room. Sort of hoping that they wouldn't stay out to see me leaving. For some reason my ex is nicer in my dreams. The next thing I know I am in this huge room that has spaces divided with these metal wires forming smallish cages. I am at a far cage and trying to feed whatever is in there. It looks like a cat, but it's sick. As I am changing out the food and water it starts throwing up this liquid that gets soaked into the thin carpet that's on the floor. Someone is behind me telling me I need to get out of there fast. I am scooting backwards as the cat finishing throwing up and now starts focusing on me. I'm not sure what happened next because I ended up somewhere else.

The next thing I know, I am in this changing room at what looks like a fitness center. I see these women who are already changed reaching into this container on a shelf and pulling slips of paper out. Those seem to have either a workout plan on it or a fortune because everyone looks so nervous about it. I see my ex friend there and she approaches me. I remember encouraging her. I never got really mad at her for the things that have happened but then again, I haven't tried reaching back out to her too. She is the type who feels like she always had to be in competion with someone, and I usually tried not to compete with her, that or I found another way to stand out.

Then I was in this big house, helping a family move in. There were so many rooms crowded with boxes yet to be opened. I was in the back living room helping the mother when we hear the father shouting. She hands me their two yr old son and I take him to the crowded dinning room. We duck behind some of the furnature and boxes, hoping no one would see us. I kept trying to focus that we couldn't be seen because of the combination of boxes, furnature and moving blankets. We waited. It was a long while, and I didn't want to move, but I started waking up. No more wizard rock before bed!

2Part Special

This was weird because it was like the two people designated to be my parents were trying to hurt me. I was in this house trying to get things together so I could sneak out, but it seemed like i could not get passed these people fast enough. Suddenly they leave for a short time and I can get what I need to go. I sneak out just to make sure my escape route is set, and they come back. I panick and slip back inside. The mother is talking to a boyfriend/father person and it doesn't sound too nice. I tell myself that it's ok, they can't see me, they can't see me- we're ok. I hear the shower running and try to sneak back to my room to grab my stuff hidden under a carefully cluttered bed. I start out again trying to sneak past the two, telling myself that they can't see me. I'm not sure this works and the dream shifted.

This dream ended up being more recognizable to me. I was in a room with my sister and my brother and we were watching the light from outside. I kept wanting to barricade that window as I was sure something could get through. Meg kept saying its gonna be alright and we still had time. I ended up sitting in a closet/cupboard thingie and finding a shot gun and 2 boxes of different shot gun ammo. My impression of this was as long as I had both boxes the ammo wouldn't run out. At this point I began wondering of it were a game. Loud klaxon warnings blared into the hiding place as she looked up expecting someone. We heard screams as people were running. A mother saw the partially hidden window and pushed this little child through. We all stared at the kid wondering if it was a boy or a girl. I started loading the shot gun and heard moaning approaching the window. There were zombies out there! I was able to take out that first wave and was reloading when Meg said it was almost time. The kid was curled up in a corner crying and both my brother and I were not too sure what meg meant. She said the window was blocked up well enough for now. The door started to unlock and open. Meg had us follow her and I kept telling myself I can keep pace wit her, I'll be ok. We went through a series of doors and fences to get to the back yard of the house we were hiding in. As we came around I noticed it was slowly getting darker and there were people off to the side of this back portch. Meg greeted one of them and they were discussing something that had to do with what was going on. I didn't pay much attention because there was a guy off to my side who teasingly mocked the shot gun motion of loading and priming it. I looked over at him and asked "do you wanna play with my gun?" he and several others laughed. One of them even knew my name. Too soon things went sour though. "you have one of them!? They are our mortal enemies!" I think the speaker was referring to the child that was in our safe place. What was weird about this was by now I had that group of people pegged as vampires and that made the kid that was back in the room a werewolf. The only other thing that added to it was that my sister was asking for help in dealing with the zombies. "we've been betrayed! After them!" the next thing I know, I'm running hard after Meg and the gates are shut. As I am not sure how fast these vampires were I started gauging the lowest point on the fence and pulled meg with me to jump over. We scrambled past the fence and started looking for the window that led to the hidey-hole. It looked a lot smaller from the outside! I was trying to fugue out how I'd fit through that when I got shoved it. Meg and Buddy quickly followed. I thought "well, that went well" as the door closed and locked itself. I was really wondering if it were all a game?

Zombie Fields

This dream was a weird mix. It started with me at my new place and it was sort of empty, like I was still moving in. What made this creepy was there seemed to be some sort of zombie invasion and my sister and I were planing how best to handle that. I end up leaving the room and get ambushed. I become a zombie (not sure how), but I retain my "self". It's kind of hard to explain that. Like even though I was now undead, I was still myself with all my memories and I was in charge of my actions. I went back to look for my sister, but she wasn't going to have anything to do with me.

The next thing I know I am walking/ driving along my old route home to the parents' house. It was really sunny out and there were people on either side of the road for a good stretch picking what looked like cotton candy from these plants. I was dodging around them because they were sometimes in the road or bags of what they were gathering were in the road. Just past them to my left I saw this giant field of blue calli lillys. I know I was staring at that for a short time. They were a unique color and there were so many of them. From there I returned to my parents' house, just to see how everyone was. The only one home was my mother. I was a bit sad, but I was glad I got to see her.

From there I found myself at some sort of theater and there was a guy standing on the stage announcing what we would be seeing. He was holding up what looked like old VHS boxes and said they were showing abridged version of some popular musicals and they would be about 20 minutes per musical. That was interesting. I glanced over at my seat mate and was surprised to see my boyfriend there. He looked really happy to see me and the next thing I know I am partially in his lap. And it stops there because I begin to wake up.

Learn something

I had a dream to where I was a transfer student. I was in the gym for some game, but it wasn't even crowded on either side. No one was paying attention and it was like they didn't care that their team would suck. Most of the small group were talking, texting, and listening to music. I don't know how I got involved but at some point the game became organized and our side won. Even with a small group there was a loud rumble of discussion and the group was actually excited. I ended up leaving, walking under the bleachers. I think that was something like first period. The next class I get to, I hand the teacher a sheet that needs to be signed and she has me sitting in the front corner. I don't like that too much because it's close to the wall and with how the class is set up the projector is like right behind me. Soon the rest of the class trickles in and there is immediately talking. Somehow I'm getting frustrated and the teacher is trying to teach, but cannot due to so many questions. It sounded like that happened daily and no one really learned anything. At some point I got fed up and yelled at the class to shut up. I glanced at the teacher and asked that she put up the slides of what we had to learn and the notes she wanted us to copy and then just answer questions at the end of the slide. Apparently that was a revelation to the other students who went kind of nuts. By the time everyone calmed down I was debating whether or not to sit on the floor to take notes or move my desk. Either way talk was dying down and people were smiling. I got the feeling the not learning was something that happened daily. As I sat down, someone handed me a sheet of notebook paper and there was this really clear writing on it.

Dear Teacher and new child,
I learned more today while hiding in the closet than I normally do. Thank you. And it was followed by a series of drawn eyes ranging from happy, to flinching, to oh face.

I'm surprised I recalled that because I normally don't do so good with writings and remembering what I read in dreams.