I had a terrible, non-sensical nightmare on Saturday night. Jake and I were living in a huge old Victorian home. I was wearing a floor-length, off-white nightgown. The whole of dream world was lit like an old movie. I couldn't find Jake. I knew he should be there with me, but he wasn't. Then, I sensed that people were coming. Unsafe people were in our home and I was trapped. I closed myself into our bedroom- there was a gauzy, canopy bed- but they were at the door too quickly for me to block it. I climbed out the window and ran through the lawn. I was being chased.
I don't know how I got away. In true nightmare form, time jumped and I was back in the house with a crowd of my friends and family. I was still wearing that floorlength nightgown and Jake was still nowhere to be seen. BUT NOONE WAS LOOKING FOR HIM. I kept asking where he was, but noone even acknowledged the question. Finally, my brother broke down and told me Jake was gone. He was gone on some sort of secret mission and they didn't know if he could ever come back. Jake didn't tell me he was leaving because he knew I would lose it.
I did lose it. I started wailing on my brother. I was angry that Jake was gone. I was crying and flailing and couldn't be consolled. I was angry that everyone knew and just thought they could ignore it. I was angry at Jake for leaving. I was just so angry.
I woke up to Jake beside me. I snuggled in close and fell back to sleep, but I woke up in the morning shaken. It was one of those dreams that leaves illogical feelings lingering for days. Bleh. Phew.
Isn't that WEIRD?
oh my gosh I've been there. I've even woken up so mad at the husband for what he did in my dream
ReplyDeleteOh I seriously hate these kind of dreams. They jsut put me off for the entire day! Especially when it involves my family in some way.
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