I can remember really random things that happened in Russia which I guess is because I was between 7 and 12 years old and was interested in other things. For instance, I really remember walking to go see the new Dunkin Donuts in Moscow, but I don’t actually remember what it was like in there or what we did, etc.
I also think it is strange that I make up my own reality in my dreams about things I know aren’t factual. I dream a lot about being at Meme’s – I am always aware I am in her house but then her house has places in it that aren’t really there. I always see that walk-in attic she has, but instead it is bigger and it goes into another room and another, each smaller than the last. And it seems that everytime I dream about being at Meme’s, I am hiding from someone. Sometimes the pond in the back is in my dream, but the road is much longer and muddy. And in the dream there are little streams throughout the yard and I am again running from people, using these streams to hide.
And I have dreams about Nanny’s house, and there is a door where there really isn’t one – and I find all kinds of things that I have never seen before. When I dream about our house in Crossville, there is a shed in the back (which there really isn’t) and it is huge and has all our storage stuff on shelves like it was a store.
Last night I dreamed that I was somewhere with Ryan and my dad – but my dad wasn’t my real dad – he looked like the crazy guy from War of the Worlds who wanted to dig underground. Anyway – at first we were all just hanging out, but “dad” was very controlling and Ryan and I realized that he was going to keep us there and probably hurt us. So we kept texting back and forth to eachother and trying to act normal so he wouldn’t suspect anything. Somehow we got away – and apparently we were living in a trailor park because I ran to the next trailor which conveniently had large cardboard boxes sitting on the porch with shotguns sitting down in them. I grabbed one because he was chasing me, I shot it – but it didn’t have any ammunition in it. So I ran back to the boxes, found a shot gun shell and tried to load it. Which in my dream, loading consists of putting the slug down the barrel and closing some kind of cap over it – completely wrong, but hey – it’s a dream. I did this and put the cap on but apparently not good enough because the slug came out but was like a bottle rocket and exploded. So I grabbed another and tried again. This time it worked but for some reason he did not die, and I woke up.
And I have dreams about Nanny’s house, and there is a door where there really isn’t one – and I find all kinds of things that I have never seen before. When I dream about our house in Crossville, there is a shed in the back (which there really isn’t) and it is huge and has all our storage stuff on shelves like it was a store.
Last night I dreamed that I was somewhere with Ryan and my dad – but my dad wasn’t my real dad – he looked like the crazy guy from War of the Worlds who wanted to dig underground. Anyway – at first we were all just hanging out, but “dad” was very controlling and Ryan and I realized that he was going to keep us there and probably hurt us. So we kept texting back and forth to eachother and trying to act normal so he wouldn’t suspect anything. Somehow we got away – and apparently we were living in a trailor park because I ran to the next trailor which conveniently had large cardboard boxes sitting on the porch with shotguns sitting down in them. I grabbed one because he was chasing me, I shot it – but it didn’t have any ammunition in it. So I ran back to the boxes, found a shot gun shell and tried to load it. Which in my dream, loading consists of putting the slug down the barrel and closing some kind of cap over it – completely wrong, but hey – it’s a dream. I did this and put the cap on but apparently not good enough because the slug came out but was like a bottle rocket and exploded. So I grabbed another and tried again. This time it worked but for some reason he did not die, and I woke up.
Anti-climatic, I know.
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