Nightmares Aside...
I had a terrifying nightmare last night, in which I woke up honestly terrified. At the exact right time, right as my mom was leaving for work so I could wave bye and give her a hug before she took off.
I had a dream she was murdered.
Like, it was horrible. I had a dream that the neighbor moved away, and I took the initiative to move out of this house and go next door. I invited Dave down to celebrate me having a place of my own, and the night he arrives I kind of have this house warming party. It was small, and consisted only of me, Dave, my mom, her boyfriend, and a friend of his who had to watch their two kids (a teenage boy of about fifteen and a little girl) while his wife was busy. Somewhere over the course of the night, my mom runs home and finds out her phone was cut off. So she tells me that if somebody calls my house for her, to run next door and tell her.
And I'm like, "Sure, no problem."
And the night rolls on. Somewhere along the line, her boyfriend's friend gets an emergency call on his cell and has to leave. But he can't take the kids. My mom just dismissively waves her hand and says, "It's no problem, I can watch them." So the friend runs off with a quick thanks, and then later on calls my house and informs me something major came up and he won't be back until the next morning. So I relay the message and mom just shrugs it off and tells me it's no biggie, that there would be space for them even if I was present. So, at night's end, she takes them back to the house. Her boyfriend goes home. Dave and I go to sleep.
And I get woke up by the phone, and it's the niece of my mom's boyfriend, Sarah. And the first words out of her mouth are, "About your mom..."
And I'm like, "Oh, hold on. Lemme walk next door and get her."
"No, no, no. Didn't you hear the sirens? How did that not wake you up?"
"Sirens?"
"Amber, I hate to tell you but your mom..."
I don't even wait for an explanation. I drop the phone and fall out of bed, hit the side table and shriek. It wakes up Dave, but I don't wait up for him and he ends up chasing me out the door. And I stop in the yard and look over to see the police fighting with the teenage boy to get him under control and he's covered in blood. And they're carrying out a body bag on a stretcher. And Dave grabs me right as I about hit the ground, and that's when I notice that mom's boyfriend is standing on the side of the road with this mortified expression (in reality, he does live only a block away). The dream ended with me trying to claw away from Dave, though he kept having to hold me to keep me up. I go to her boyfriend and I keep trying to thank him for being there for my mom, and tell him how much he meant to her. And I'm like... sobbing hysterically.
And then... I woke up.
I woke up because I heard the front door click, and then I noticed the time: 7:21. And I realize, "Mom's okay and she just walked out the door." So I basically trample my bed to get to the door (my room used to be a garage, so I have a door leading to the driveway, haha) and catch mom right as she was checking the mail from yesterday. And she just stares at me and goes, "Have you been up all night again?"
"No."
"Are you... okay?"
"Yes."
And I hugged her and she gave me the weirdest look before telling me that she had to go to work or she'd be late. So, here I am standing in the driveway, waving at her. The dream, as off-the-wall as it sounds, was so realistic that I woke up half expecting that it actually happened.
I've never been so relieved in my life, I think.
I went back to sleep after I figured out it was just a dream, only to be woke up at, like, 12:30 in the afternoon by a phone call from some guy asking for my mom's ex-husband who left in 2006 and died in 2007 (2008? I don't remember; as heartless as it sounds, I didn't care enough to remember a date). I ended up having to explain that, no, he doesn't live here anymore and that it's not likely they'd ever get a hold of him seeing as he was dead. Their response was an odd, "Oh, okay."
I'm assuming maybe it wasn't a friend or anything, but something more professional. Like, maybe a calling list or something. Weird this hasn't happened before then.
Weird calls and nightmares aside, today has been a pretty awesome day. Downloaded the MadWorld soundtrack, I haven't had any fits concerning the incident, and the most heated discussion I've had with Dave concerned his sudden, newfound love for Dr. Pepper. If I must say so, today is going rather swimmingly. I even got off my ass and rescheduled my orthodontist appointment I missed while in Canada, and have suddenly had the urge to work on art.
I'm... actually in an awesome mood.
Considering nightmares usually precede my bad days, I'm kinda baffled. However, I'm not gonna complain. Bring on the good day, lord knows I need it!
I had a dream she was murdered.
Like, it was horrible. I had a dream that the neighbor moved away, and I took the initiative to move out of this house and go next door. I invited Dave down to celebrate me having a place of my own, and the night he arrives I kind of have this house warming party. It was small, and consisted only of me, Dave, my mom, her boyfriend, and a friend of his who had to watch their two kids (a teenage boy of about fifteen and a little girl) while his wife was busy. Somewhere over the course of the night, my mom runs home and finds out her phone was cut off. So she tells me that if somebody calls my house for her, to run next door and tell her.
And I'm like, "Sure, no problem."
And the night rolls on. Somewhere along the line, her boyfriend's friend gets an emergency call on his cell and has to leave. But he can't take the kids. My mom just dismissively waves her hand and says, "It's no problem, I can watch them." So the friend runs off with a quick thanks, and then later on calls my house and informs me something major came up and he won't be back until the next morning. So I relay the message and mom just shrugs it off and tells me it's no biggie, that there would be space for them even if I was present. So, at night's end, she takes them back to the house. Her boyfriend goes home. Dave and I go to sleep.
And I get woke up by the phone, and it's the niece of my mom's boyfriend, Sarah. And the first words out of her mouth are, "About your mom..."
And I'm like, "Oh, hold on. Lemme walk next door and get her."
"No, no, no. Didn't you hear the sirens? How did that not wake you up?"
"Sirens?"
"Amber, I hate to tell you but your mom..."
I don't even wait for an explanation. I drop the phone and fall out of bed, hit the side table and shriek. It wakes up Dave, but I don't wait up for him and he ends up chasing me out the door. And I stop in the yard and look over to see the police fighting with the teenage boy to get him under control and he's covered in blood. And they're carrying out a body bag on a stretcher. And Dave grabs me right as I about hit the ground, and that's when I notice that mom's boyfriend is standing on the side of the road with this mortified expression (in reality, he does live only a block away). The dream ended with me trying to claw away from Dave, though he kept having to hold me to keep me up. I go to her boyfriend and I keep trying to thank him for being there for my mom, and tell him how much he meant to her. And I'm like... sobbing hysterically.
And then... I woke up.
I woke up because I heard the front door click, and then I noticed the time: 7:21. And I realize, "Mom's okay and she just walked out the door." So I basically trample my bed to get to the door (my room used to be a garage, so I have a door leading to the driveway, haha) and catch mom right as she was checking the mail from yesterday. And she just stares at me and goes, "Have you been up all night again?"
"No."
"Are you... okay?"
"Yes."
And I hugged her and she gave me the weirdest look before telling me that she had to go to work or she'd be late. So, here I am standing in the driveway, waving at her. The dream, as off-the-wall as it sounds, was so realistic that I woke up half expecting that it actually happened.
I've never been so relieved in my life, I think.
I went back to sleep after I figured out it was just a dream, only to be woke up at, like, 12:30 in the afternoon by a phone call from some guy asking for my mom's ex-husband who left in 2006 and died in 2007 (2008? I don't remember; as heartless as it sounds, I didn't care enough to remember a date). I ended up having to explain that, no, he doesn't live here anymore and that it's not likely they'd ever get a hold of him seeing as he was dead. Their response was an odd, "Oh, okay."
I'm assuming maybe it wasn't a friend or anything, but something more professional. Like, maybe a calling list or something. Weird this hasn't happened before then.
Weird calls and nightmares aside, today has been a pretty awesome day. Downloaded the MadWorld soundtrack, I haven't had any fits concerning the incident, and the most heated discussion I've had with Dave concerned his sudden, newfound love for Dr. Pepper. If I must say so, today is going rather swimmingly. I even got off my ass and rescheduled my orthodontist appointment I missed while in Canada, and have suddenly had the urge to work on art.
I'm... actually in an awesome mood.
Considering nightmares usually precede my bad days, I'm kinda baffled. However, I'm not gonna complain. Bring on the good day, lord knows I need it!