Weird Dream
Ok, So I never got around to Tuesday, but oh well.
My son woke me up this morning 10 mins before my alarm was going to go off. I was in the middle of a dream.
I was on the beach somewhere, and my oldest and my spouse and I were on the beach again. The beginning is kinda fuzzy, but three of us got up for whatever reason, and the baby was still asleep in bed. We went somewhere, that's all I know. At some point, we all started to get up to go somewhere else, and I realized the baby was still at home asleep. "You know, the baby is stll at home. We can't all go." My oldest turned and went another direction. My spouse and I went another direction, he saying something along the lines of, "You know, it's not just our fault," placing the blame on me as well and I turned and looked at him, as if saying, "I know that." Instead of heading off to where ever, I was back at the place we lived at on the beach, and there were kids and toys everywhere, and adults just sitting there watching the madness. I went up one set of stairs, then looking down, realized I was on the outside of the staircase, and toys were on the inside. Just as I started to climb over the side and onto the stair proper, the kids started to climb up it and I didn't want to hit them with my feet. I was afraid to move to quickly because I didn't want to fall off. I JUST managed to get on the stair, nearly at the top, and had to be carefule of kids and some sticky stuff and toys on the stairs. I got to the door, and it was the door for the place I'm in now. The door is open. I turned and looked downstairs at all the kids, but no Bubbush. I go inside, the place we lived at on the beach, and he's still asleep on the.... couch(?). He looks wet, so I find something to stick under him, as he seems to have rolled onto his side. I don't want to wake him just yet.
Just as I am approaching to put something under/next to him, he wakes up and looks at me with his beautiful brown eyes, then gets up and holds his hands out for me to hold him. I miss him so much. I pick him up and hold him.
At some point, I see/hear someone talking outside the door. It's weird, there's a curtain there, but it doesn't cover the whole door. And a peephole, that can be seen out of. It's my ex-girlfriend from California. She's on the phone. I pull away. I'm breastfeeding the baby. Her voice get's louder. She's telling someone where she is at, at my place, this is where I'm at. Yes, she's there. I get closer, getting a little concerned, then hear, "Tell them who we're visiting and where we're staying, I am just over here by her place. Yes." Seems the police are bugging her family just because they are a group of Mexicans in the wrong area(?)
I keep back from the door, as I want to make sure it's her, not let her see me, the curtain over the door is open more. As I step forward to look through the peephole-yeah, on a glass door, a peephole through the curtain-she turns just enough to notice someone there. The baby, whom I'd brought with me to the door, let go of my breast and I kind of covered up, her staring at me. I invited her in.
Here's the weird part. Her son is 9 years old, mine is getting close to 3. Both were only about 2 in this dream. We compared their hair, how similar it was in texture, how I had recently cut bubbush's hair and how long it used to be. Israel's was now longer then boo's.
I'm starting to wonder why Israel is so little, and why his hair is curly-it was always straight-when my oldest came in and woke me up
.
"Mom, do you know it's almost 6:30?"
Yeah, my alarm must not have gone off. Oh, it hadn't gone off yet.
I wonder what would have happened in the dream if it had woken me up instead of my son.
My son woke me up this morning 10 mins before my alarm was going to go off. I was in the middle of a dream.
I was on the beach somewhere, and my oldest and my spouse and I were on the beach again. The beginning is kinda fuzzy, but three of us got up for whatever reason, and the baby was still asleep in bed. We went somewhere, that's all I know. At some point, we all started to get up to go somewhere else, and I realized the baby was still at home asleep. "You know, the baby is stll at home. We can't all go." My oldest turned and went another direction. My spouse and I went another direction, he saying something along the lines of, "You know, it's not just our fault," placing the blame on me as well and I turned and looked at him, as if saying, "I know that." Instead of heading off to where ever, I was back at the place we lived at on the beach, and there were kids and toys everywhere, and adults just sitting there watching the madness. I went up one set of stairs, then looking down, realized I was on the outside of the staircase, and toys were on the inside. Just as I started to climb over the side and onto the stair proper, the kids started to climb up it and I didn't want to hit them with my feet. I was afraid to move to quickly because I didn't want to fall off. I JUST managed to get on the stair, nearly at the top, and had to be carefule of kids and some sticky stuff and toys on the stairs. I got to the door, and it was the door for the place I'm in now. The door is open. I turned and looked downstairs at all the kids, but no Bubbush. I go inside, the place we lived at on the beach, and he's still asleep on the.... couch(?). He looks wet, so I find something to stick under him, as he seems to have rolled onto his side. I don't want to wake him just yet.
Just as I am approaching to put something under/next to him, he wakes up and looks at me with his beautiful brown eyes, then gets up and holds his hands out for me to hold him. I miss him so much. I pick him up and hold him.
At some point, I see/hear someone talking outside the door. It's weird, there's a curtain there, but it doesn't cover the whole door. And a peephole, that can be seen out of. It's my ex-girlfriend from California. She's on the phone. I pull away. I'm breastfeeding the baby. Her voice get's louder. She's telling someone where she is at, at my place, this is where I'm at. Yes, she's there. I get closer, getting a little concerned, then hear, "Tell them who we're visiting and where we're staying, I am just over here by her place. Yes." Seems the police are bugging her family just because they are a group of Mexicans in the wrong area(?)
I keep back from the door, as I want to make sure it's her, not let her see me, the curtain over the door is open more. As I step forward to look through the peephole-yeah, on a glass door, a peephole through the curtain-she turns just enough to notice someone there. The baby, whom I'd brought with me to the door, let go of my breast and I kind of covered up, her staring at me. I invited her in.
Here's the weird part. Her son is 9 years old, mine is getting close to 3. Both were only about 2 in this dream. We compared their hair, how similar it was in texture, how I had recently cut bubbush's hair and how long it used to be. Israel's was now longer then boo's.
I'm starting to wonder why Israel is so little, and why his hair is curly-it was always straight-when my oldest came in and woke me up
.
"Mom, do you know it's almost 6:30?"
Yeah, my alarm must not have gone off. Oh, it hadn't gone off yet.
I wonder what would have happened in the dream if it had woken me up instead of my son.