Weird dreams
Last night I had a weird dream, but all I really remember about it now is that I wished to have long hair, and lo! Suddenly I had long hair again. It was weird, but hey. Other weird stuff happened, but I really can't remember any more details than that I was feeling up my really long hair and marvelling at how long and lush it was all of a sudden.
Sunday night's dream on the other hand, that one was all sorts of weird. It's the first time that I can remember being fatally injured in a dream. The reason I can actually remember this one is because it happened in the morning and I jerked awake right at the end of the dream.
The dream started off in a house that was somewhat similar to my grandparents' house in Romania. It was very dark, shades drawn, and extremely mirthless. I think Andrei was in the dream too, but he didn't leave a lasting impression (no surprise there, hah). Mom was talking to a woman, who from the conversation I realized was a nun of sorts, sans habit. Then the woman wanted to talk to me. The conversation was about adoption. She had a young girl with her who was about 3 or so, who looked just like Simina. I said hi to the girl and started to tear up. I apologized to the woman, and then turned to mom and told her in Romanian (I think this is also the first instance of bilingual dreaming that I remember) that we had to act happier so that we wouldn't be deemed too miserable and unhappy to adopt this girl. I really REALLY wanted us to adopt her since to me in my dream she was basically Simina.
I've forgotten how the dream transitioned, but we (mom, the little girl, and me) were then in a court yard, and there was a man chasing us. I don't know why anymore, but we ran inside. Mom was making sure the little girl was ok and shielding her as I was locking the door behind us. The door was just like my grandma's house's door, with the top half being glass and the bottom wood. There was some lock high up that I was reaching to lock when I heard a loud bang and felt pain and heat run up my body. In the next second, as I was falling back I saw the man chasing us holding a smoking gun, and I realized I'd been shot. I jerked awake right after.
It was quite unsettling, not just because I was shot but the whole dream overall. I don't often dream about Simina, but when I do it's never been a violent dream before.
I wonder how much the being chased and shot parts of the dream had to do with the fact that I was reading Girl Genius Saturday and Sunday before bed, heh.
A day later I'm not so disturbed by the dream anymore, though I'm still wondering wtf my subconscious was thinking. I'm also a bit sad, as I always get when I dream about Simina. It did make me think about how nice it would be if this weekend it wouldn't be just mom visiting, but mom and Simina, and how much she'd probably like seeing the Monterey Bay Aquarium and the redwoods. *sigh* And so it goes...
Sunday night's dream on the other hand, that one was all sorts of weird. It's the first time that I can remember being fatally injured in a dream. The reason I can actually remember this one is because it happened in the morning and I jerked awake right at the end of the dream.
The dream started off in a house that was somewhat similar to my grandparents' house in Romania. It was very dark, shades drawn, and extremely mirthless. I think Andrei was in the dream too, but he didn't leave a lasting impression (no surprise there, hah). Mom was talking to a woman, who from the conversation I realized was a nun of sorts, sans habit. Then the woman wanted to talk to me. The conversation was about adoption. She had a young girl with her who was about 3 or so, who looked just like Simina. I said hi to the girl and started to tear up. I apologized to the woman, and then turned to mom and told her in Romanian (I think this is also the first instance of bilingual dreaming that I remember) that we had to act happier so that we wouldn't be deemed too miserable and unhappy to adopt this girl. I really REALLY wanted us to adopt her since to me in my dream she was basically Simina.
I've forgotten how the dream transitioned, but we (mom, the little girl, and me) were then in a court yard, and there was a man chasing us. I don't know why anymore, but we ran inside. Mom was making sure the little girl was ok and shielding her as I was locking the door behind us. The door was just like my grandma's house's door, with the top half being glass and the bottom wood. There was some lock high up that I was reaching to lock when I heard a loud bang and felt pain and heat run up my body. In the next second, as I was falling back I saw the man chasing us holding a smoking gun, and I realized I'd been shot. I jerked awake right after.
It was quite unsettling, not just because I was shot but the whole dream overall. I don't often dream about Simina, but when I do it's never been a violent dream before.
I wonder how much the being chased and shot parts of the dream had to do with the fact that I was reading Girl Genius Saturday and Sunday before bed, heh.
A day later I'm not so disturbed by the dream anymore, though I'm still wondering wtf my subconscious was thinking. I'm also a bit sad, as I always get when I dream about Simina. It did make me think about how nice it would be if this weekend it wouldn't be just mom visiting, but mom and Simina, and how much she'd probably like seeing the Monterey Bay Aquarium and the redwoods. *sigh* And so it goes...