Dreaming

As a child I had violent terrifying dreams. During times of stress I'd dream about the time I almost drowned. At least I think that's what the dream was based on. That is that was the dream I had until I had my car accident. (The big one) Now when I'm stressed a few things happen. I think/dream about car accidents. The waking thoughts are far more disturbing than the dreams because the dreams are fleeting. The other thing that happens is I have weird vivid dreams. Not necessarily the nightmares/terrors of childhood, but just weird dreams. I have been having them the last four days now. None of which make sense. The dreams always occur at the same time, at that well I had explained it previously as twilight between sleeping and waking, but I guess that would be more like dawn.

Friday night/Saturday Morning: I was called upon to visit a house to help the woman with one of her children. Specifically a seven year old boy that really just needed help and support. (How I was qualified for this I don't know) I entered the house and to my surprise the parent of the child was Madonna. In her home was her older son, a drunken frat boy who's idea of fun was making piles of empty liquor bottles on the young boy's possessions and making fun of him, and a 3 year old girl who at the exact moment was playing in what I thought was her mother's makeup, writing on the walls and people and anything else. I was in the midst of meeting the 7 year old boy being explained how he'd been advised to write in a journal about his emotions. He showed me the journal he was given - from the girl scouts (weird!) which was explained that it was the only one they'd had at the time and the older brother promptly tried to stack bottles on it. I broke away briefly to get the youngest child to stop putting the makeup on everything and to put it on herself, and well. I then found out the makeup was hers. Realizing I was doing what everyone else does, I returned to my focus, the young boy and took him to starbucks where we could talk without distraction. We spoke for hours, upon which his mother, Madonna, brought us Starbucks into Starbucks from a different location. I looked up to see my step grandmother and her other son (not my stepdad) staring at us from the table behind us, looking stock still like a creepy cardboard cut out. However the weirdness of this registered but my mind was more blown over the starbucks in the starbucks from a different starbucks (which sounds like a bad yo dawg)

Saturday Night/Sunday Morning: Not to be topped by the night before, I was with a group of people in a nigh indestructible car designed by mm (a person in the chat that I frequent online - the people I was traveling with may also have been chat people, but I don't remember who they are now) We were rescuing a young girl that had been kidnapped. This was not the first recent kidnapping, but this was the only girl that we knew of that was still in captivity. They stayed in the car keeping it as a getaway as I went into the large building. I found the room where the girl was captive, her legs had been cut, a knife or some other large blade stuck through the vent slats on the door to preclude the girls from trying to escape. Unconscious on the floor was George Washington! (An actual George Washington person, not a mask) It was unclear if he was the true kidnapper or a henchman, but I think it was believed he was a henchman. I carried the girl, who I believe was blonde, but her face was obscured the entire time out to the car, which was then blocked in by a van. From behind the van stepped the kidnappers henchwoman, my sister, who said she helped orchestrate all of this because she knew I would come to rescue the girl. I put the girl in the car and instructed them to get her out of there. They were reluctant to live without me, but backing out half destroying the vehicle that blocked them, they left me with my sister, where I woke up trying to convince her to leave her life of crime behind and she cursed me for not spending more time with her, but going to rescue strangers.

Sunday Night/Monday Morning: I had been talking to my biological father on the phone, he decided we should meet in Greece. The next thing I know I am on a plane to Greece, which is less set up like a plane and more like a series of overstuffed blue velour loveseats set in a u around an area. Before we were permitted to leave the plane the pilot had to take all of our money. I managed to obscure most of my money (two or three $100 bills) only giving him $16 or so dollars. Upon leaving the plane I went into an airport that looked like our airports here, the same news stands and shops, etc. I slipped out a door that I thought would lead to the outside because I needed to get outside to call my dad and to send an email for work. The door exited directly into racks of clothing that I had to push through, and was in a mall type store. Finally I found an area of toys that had benches that I could sit down at. I took out a laptop to send the email and call my dad. I wound up talking to a group of children that had been left there about toys, and about them being left there to wait. I can't remember if I sent the email or not, but I remember getting outside into the sun and being crushed when I finally got in touch with my father (my american phone working overseas) and he told me he meant we'd meet there "some day" and he wouldn't be meeting me now. I remember being crushed knowing that I had to go back home. (I never actually got to see any of Greece)

Monday Night/Tuesday Morning: Last night's weirdness was twofold. I woke up this morning trying to figure out the first dream and must have dozed back off. Part one: I was part of a group of human aliens had to collect clock parts. When we had all the clock parts we would be transported home. I remember talking to a group of my people, my mentor being one of them who was an older man laying on the grass half on and half off a blanket, all of it being lush green grass. Seeing people destroying the planet, that to my alieness looked so perfect and beautiful, I kept asking why people would want to destroy this plant, why people would want to leave because everything was so green and beautiful. The clock itself had a dial that would spin around as it clicked by and at every hour there was a piece that slid into a hollow. We had the three, but other pieces had already been filled in. I woke up pondering putting the piece in and kind of wanting to go outside, although we are not quite that green yet! I assume during this I dozed back off where the second part of my dream which was relatively unrelated happened. I was watching what was supposed to be some wrestling show between Kane and Vince McMahon (Kane was one of ours and was trying to leave to get back to the planet) and wound up being this huge half circus themed choreographed dance number that while I started watching from the wings, wound up watching from an overhead position. Apparently according to the dance, Vince had the flu and was trying to spread that to Kane to stop him from going back to the home planet.

Needless to say all week long I've woken up going what the fuck. Last night's/this morning's dream was the least ominous I think, was the only one not related to family, but interestingly did deal with moving times. I assume that's what's on my mind... especially since I thought the cable guy was coming out to set up the cable in the new place today, but he's not its tomorrow.

Can't wait to see what tonight brings!