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Ok, I need some help on this one. Put your dream analysis talents to work. This is not a rant, but she was in the dream, so you have been warned. It was just wierd, and had me kinda curious if there is a meaning.
I dreamed that I was driving to Nana's to pick up Damien, and the car broke down. So I walked. When I got there, Nana (Dan's mom) was just driving away. She told me to get in the van cuz we had to go now! I went into the house, and saw that Damien was alone. I told her I couldnt leave him alone, and she said it was only for a minute and he'd be fine. I told her no way was I leaving him alone, and she got mad and drove off. I was in her house with Damien and didnt have my glasses. I saw something crawling across the cieling and over the wall. Squinting, I saw it was a tarantula! I am severly arachniphobic, so I wrapped Damien up and ran out of the house. I was going to go to my friend Marvin's, but I couldnt find his house. I realised I wasnt in Michigan anymore, I was in Aberdeen Washington on the street I lived on as a child. Still, I couldnt understand why I couldnt find Marvin's house. Sudenly I was in the hallway of an office building, no baby, and as I walked past a door it opened and Liz walked out. I didnt recognise her at first because she had put on some weight. We got into a verbal fight, and just as I called her "Ms. Ed" I was sudenly in another scene. I was sitting with Dan, Liz, and her boyfriend in my parents old motorhome. Dan and I were talking to her boyfriend, and after a bit Dan just turned to Liz and said "Hi". I punched her. It felt good, so I kept punching her, and yelling at Dan for talking to her. Pretty soon Dan and I were yelling at her, and I wasnt punching her anymore. She kept trying to say something, and I threw stuff at her each time, yelling at her to shut up. But the things I was throwing were silly, like dixie cups and kitchen towells. Dan yelled at me every time I threw something, and I yelled at him for yelling at me, and then she tried to say something and I threw a square cookie tin at her. It bounced off her head, the corner hitting her, and she sat looking like a dazed cow before her eyes rolled into the back of her head and closed as she slumped over. Dan yelled at me again, but this time I could hear what he said: "See? I told you to throw something that would do some damage!" At that point, I woke up. I had just one thing on my mind....what the fuck???
So there ya go. What were tarantulas, homes from my childhood, broken cars, cookie tin injuries, and Liz all doing in my head at once?
By the way, for the record, Nana would never leave a baby alone.
Have fun with this one!
I dreamed that I was driving to Nana's to pick up Damien, and the car broke down. So I walked. When I got there, Nana (Dan's mom) was just driving away. She told me to get in the van cuz we had to go now! I went into the house, and saw that Damien was alone. I told her I couldnt leave him alone, and she said it was only for a minute and he'd be fine. I told her no way was I leaving him alone, and she got mad and drove off. I was in her house with Damien and didnt have my glasses. I saw something crawling across the cieling and over the wall. Squinting, I saw it was a tarantula! I am severly arachniphobic, so I wrapped Damien up and ran out of the house. I was going to go to my friend Marvin's, but I couldnt find his house. I realised I wasnt in Michigan anymore, I was in Aberdeen Washington on the street I lived on as a child. Still, I couldnt understand why I couldnt find Marvin's house. Sudenly I was in the hallway of an office building, no baby, and as I walked past a door it opened and Liz walked out. I didnt recognise her at first because she had put on some weight. We got into a verbal fight, and just as I called her "Ms. Ed" I was sudenly in another scene. I was sitting with Dan, Liz, and her boyfriend in my parents old motorhome. Dan and I were talking to her boyfriend, and after a bit Dan just turned to Liz and said "Hi". I punched her. It felt good, so I kept punching her, and yelling at Dan for talking to her. Pretty soon Dan and I were yelling at her, and I wasnt punching her anymore. She kept trying to say something, and I threw stuff at her each time, yelling at her to shut up. But the things I was throwing were silly, like dixie cups and kitchen towells. Dan yelled at me every time I threw something, and I yelled at him for yelling at me, and then she tried to say something and I threw a square cookie tin at her. It bounced off her head, the corner hitting her, and she sat looking like a dazed cow before her eyes rolled into the back of her head and closed as she slumped over. Dan yelled at me again, but this time I could hear what he said: "See? I told you to throw something that would do some damage!" At that point, I woke up. I had just one thing on my mind....what the fuck???
So there ya go. What were tarantulas, homes from my childhood, broken cars, cookie tin injuries, and Liz all doing in my head at once?
By the way, for the record, Nana would never leave a baby alone.
Have fun with this one!