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Dreams can be so weird

February 28th, 2008

Have you ever had a dream that you were killed? What is up with THAT?! I had a dream last night that was really long and ended with me being hit by a truck. The dream had my mom in it (who passed away several years ago) and somehow I got lost in a Costco (told you it was weird).Dreams

I met up with my husband, son, and father outside Costco and got into a car with them. While driving down a busy, two-laned road, I asked my husband to immediately stop the car. I jumped out of the car holding 2 Mason jars. I looked down at them and wondered why I was holding them when I looked up just in time to get hit by a truck. Now it gets weird (ok, it was already weird).

I disappear and my body turns to smoke and fills the jars. I am seeing police tape off the area of the road where I was killed. I see my family crying on the side of the road. I hear the police say that the driver commited a “hit and run” and can’t be found. I go over to my husband and tell him that I am still here. I have been told that I can say good-bye to 15 people before I go. He hears me in his head and says he doesn’t understand. He looks at the mason jars that are in the middle of the police tape on the asphalt, and sees the smoke in them. I tell him that I am in the jars and as long as the jars are full, I am still here. I tell him I will be right back.

I visit my in-laws, my brother and others. I tell them I love them and that I will always be with them. I have to go. My mother-in-law cries. I then hear my husband say that the smoke is leaving the jars. I think “I need to tell my husband and son how much I will miss them”. Just then, I wake up.

What on Earth was that about? Kind of makes you wonder what is “really” bugging you to make your brain come up with strange things like that. It reminds me of another dream I had last year:

I was in the passenger seat of a big car next to a stranger. We are driving on a very windy road somewhere in California. All of the sudden, the driver drives off the road over the cliff. Next thing I know, I am in an office with an angel typing at a desk. I go up and ask what is going on. The angel says that I died and have a seat. I get VERY UPSET and demand to know why I am dead. Afterall, I don’t WANT to be dead. The angel looks up and says: “You had your 3 seconds. You didn’t use the 3 second rule.”

I scream that I have no idea what the 3 second rule is. The angel says: “Everyone knows that when you are about to die, you have 3 seconds to cancel it and remain living. You didn’t use your 3 seconds wisely. Now you are dead.”

I woke up after that one. I think my brain needed to reboot or something after a comment like that one. Isn’t it amazing what our minds can do? Quantum physics, advanced mathematics, compose a symphony, and come up with some extremely bizarre dreams about death. Weird.

4 Responses to “Dreams can be so weird”

  1. Brotha Man Says:

    Those are fun. Mine are seriously worse, and as your brother I can tell you that you aren’t allowed to die yet, until you find out more about that three second rule thing, cuz damn.

    Anywhoo… for your reading playzur….

    A few years ago, a mother and father decided they needed a break, so they
    wanted to head out for a night on the town. They called a university student
    who lived in a flat downtown to watch the kids. When the babysitter arrived,
    the two children were already fast asleep in bed. So the babysitter just got
    to sit around and make sure everything was okay with the children. Later that
    night, the babysitter got bored and went to watch TV, but she couldn’t watch
    it downstairs because they did not have cable downstairs (the parents didn’t
    want children watching too much garbage). So, she called them and asked them
    if she could watch cable in the parent’s room. Of course, the parents said it
    was ok, but the babysitter had one final request… she asked if they could
    please explain how to close the blinds, since they were the kind that were
    inside the two panes of glass. She told them that the angel statue outside
    was giving her the creeps. The phone line was silent for a moment, and the
    father who was talking to the babysitter at the time said, “I need you to
    hang up the phone and take the kids to the basement. lock the doors and get
    in the boiler’s closet. Please hurry.”
    The police arrived 3 minutes later. The sitter and the eldest child were
    found with their throats slashed. Nobody has reported seeing the other child
    or anything resembling an angel statue.

  2. Shan Says:

    Say what?! That sounds like a movie if I ever heard one. Did you write that? It sort of reminds me of Drew Barrymore in Scream 1.

    So, what are your weird dreams usually about? I have another crazy one (I had this dream a few years after I got married – I didn’t plan on having any children at that time):

    I had a dream that I was in the hospital and that I had just had a baby. Family and friends were standing around my bed saying how beautiful the baby was. A nurse brought over a swaddled bundle to show me. When I went to grab my “baby”, I saw a long snout, beady eyes, and whiskers. I screamed: “What is THAT?! THAT isn’t a baby!”

    Everyone smiled and the nurse said in a soothing voice: “Yes ma’am, that is your baby. You delivered a South American Papaya Weasel.”

    What was THAT all about?! It has become a family joke now (as I had to share that weird dream right away). I am sure that any “dream interpretor” would have a field day with that one. LOL

  3. Brotha Man Says:

    You had sex with a weasel?

  4. Shan Says:

    Uh…no. *shaking head at the weirdness of that comment* I thought “I” was the strange one in the family. Now, I know differently.

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