dream entry 1
based on kennedy's recent dream entry, i've decided to make this mainly a dream journal. i type much faster than i write, so when i wake up in the morning all sleepy, i can just quickly type up what i remember. i'm glad that not many people i know read this, because my dreams tend to make little sense or can be very disturbing, upsetting, and strange. obviously i'll omit some of the more graphic details if they aren't necessary.
so, beginning from one i had last week:
my family and i were outside in front of an old, worn house that didn't look like my actual home but in the dream it was. it was a one-story ranch with peeling paint and a small porch. the dream began as we were standing outside and i was telling everyone to move to the basement because there were tornado warnings. it took a lot of pleading to get everyone to listen to me, but they finally did. it was lucky, because at the moment that my dad stepped into the cellar we could hear it hitting other houses around us. i screamed for everyone to grasp these poles that were cemented into the floor just in case it came to our house. soon after, it was gone, and everything quieted down.
somehow, though, i knew another one was going to hit soon, a much stronger one. my aunt--for reasons unknown to me--decided she wanted to go out and watch. i begged her not to. my mom then chimed in, saying that f her sister was going to go out, then she was as well. i held onto my mom's arm, pleading with her not to, explaining that she would likely die. she was persistent. i started crying, still begging. and then i woke up, quite a bit upset.
so, beginning from one i had last week:
my family and i were outside in front of an old, worn house that didn't look like my actual home but in the dream it was. it was a one-story ranch with peeling paint and a small porch. the dream began as we were standing outside and i was telling everyone to move to the basement because there were tornado warnings. it took a lot of pleading to get everyone to listen to me, but they finally did. it was lucky, because at the moment that my dad stepped into the cellar we could hear it hitting other houses around us. i screamed for everyone to grasp these poles that were cemented into the floor just in case it came to our house. soon after, it was gone, and everything quieted down.
somehow, though, i knew another one was going to hit soon, a much stronger one. my aunt--for reasons unknown to me--decided she wanted to go out and watch. i begged her not to. my mom then chimed in, saying that f her sister was going to go out, then she was as well. i held onto my mom's arm, pleading with her not to, explaining that she would likely die. she was persistent. i started crying, still begging. and then i woke up, quite a bit upset.