Friday, January 15, 2010

I think I had a nightmare.

So, I woke up from a crazy dream, and I wanted to write about it before I went back to bed so that I wouldn't forget it.

In my dream, my mom had another son with another man before she had us, and we had just found out that we had a step brother. She gave the boy to a lady named Tray, and for whatever reason she was over at our house helping us move furniture.
There was also a man in a wheelchair and they made him take the trash out to the backyard, and he had to go down some steps to do that, which made no sense. But, he turned backwards in his wheelchair and held on to the railing to get down the stairs. I remember watching and feeling really scared for this man, that he would fall backwards and injure himself. I don't remember if he made it or not, because the next thing I knew I was in the kitchen and my mom and my sister come up the basement stairs all bloody. I was so freaked out and I panicked. I asked what happened and they simply told me that Tray fell down the stairs backwards and fractured her back, and somehow she died. It doesn't really explain why my mom and sister were covered in blood, but whatever. So, I started freaking out because the fact of someone dying in my house scares me. In my dream I was thinking that her ghost would come back and haunt all of us. haha

So my mom is bleeding from the nose and lip, and then decides that she needs to go to the grocery store to get food for dinner, and my sister goes with her. So I'm in the house by myself and I get on Twitter and keep updating my status like every other minute. I don't remember what I was saying, but it was about Tray and everything that happened. It was just weird because I kept updating it so many times, and then my sister was there laughing at it and making fun of my updates. Then, I start writing in my diary about what happened. The next thing I know, everyone is in my kitchen and is holding a copy of my diary and they are all laughing. They read out loud my diary and we all couldn't stop laughing, including myself. There's a page of random questions, and for some reason it is written in an Australian accent. And so we're reading the questions in Australian accents and they're really dumb questions too, like "What is for dinna?

We were all laughing really hard, and I woke up laughing and woke up my sister. I tried telling her the story but I couldn't stop laughing. I almost freaked her out by how hard I was laughing, and I started freaking myself out. Finally, I finished telling her my dream and then we got into a discussion about dreams, and how I was probably having a nightmare, but laughing was my body's way of coping with the nightmare so I wouldn't go crazy or have a panic attack or anything. Weird.

Dreams fascinate me. I don't really know what any of that means, but just how I coped with it made it weird. I think that I was having a nightmare with seeing all this death and blood, and it really did freak me out. I remember what it looked like and thinking of that just gives me the chills. Also, I had my sister turn on the lights so I could get up to use the bathroom (because I'm a wuss.) I must have been crying and rubbing my face a lot because when I looked in the mirror my makeup was smeared all over my face. Also, I noticed that I took the pillow case off my pillow, which is weird to do in your sleep. I don't know. I'll probably reread this later and think of how ridiculous it sounds, but right now I'm just fascinated.

1 comment:

  1. Wow! That's crazy!

    I remember having a dream a few years ago where my art teacher was accused of killing my speech teacher. And he was sentenced to life in prison, but they brutally killed him during transportation. It was intense. I woke up with a big adrenaline rush because it was so vividly horrible.

    All that to say, bad dreams suck. But dreams fascinate me too. =)