Moving some of my other stuff to my journal...
Just an fyi, these next couple are previously posted, but nonetheless - they are mine.... just thought i'd put them all together for my own sake..
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legs2021
This dream sortof started in third person and quickly moved to first person. I'm standing in the foyer of a restaurant, and I place an order. The restaurant looks like its supposed to be a nice sit down type of place and there are people everywhere. It's a dark paneled place with poor lighting. While I'm standing there with my back to the door talking to the cashier/waitress my two daughters come in like their dad just dropped them off with me. I tell them "I'm just getting something to eat, wait for me in the van." and they leave. I shift over a bit to look out the glass doors and see the girls hanging out of the van talking to my friend Jason. I turn back to the counter and theres a new chick/cashier/waitress standing there. I ask her "how long is it going to take to make my order?" and she looks at me and says "what did you order?" " I said, a burger, fries and a drink." She says "hang on, i'll check on that for you." I turn around again to check on the girls and they are still out there talking to Jason. Back to the counter, there is no one there. I'm getting really mad. There are people milling about, sitting down, at the bar, everywhere, but no one is eating and they all look like they are waiting for something to start. I start moving along the counter, asking out loud "Where in the hell is my stuff I have to go!" and this guy comes out of no where. He's just a bit shorter than I am, messy blondish hair askes me if there's a problem. I start telling him what the problem is and he looks like he's really listening to me but at the same time is leading me around the dining area where more people are, I keep looking back trying to check on the girls, but I can't see the doors anymore. Then suddenly we are outside and in an alley or backyard. Broken fence boards, trash, broken concrete, wild vines and trash cans around sporadically. I keep looking back and at this point he has his arm around my shoulders and he's talking but I can't make out the words. He tightens his grip around my shoulders to move up around my neck. I can't move my head and I see this horrible look in his face. He looks like he's going to hurt me. His eyes are dark and his smile has a menacing look to it. Suddenly, I'm away from him and I'm running as fast as I can and I'm scared to death that this guy is chasing me. I can't see the parking lot, but I see Jason and my girls walking down the street in front of this house. He's got my youngest on his hip and is walking next to my oldest. My oldest is hopping around in the yard and I'm screaming "JASON" "MORGAN" "TAYLOR" as loud as I can, but they can't hear me. I can't seem to run fast enough to catch them. There's a fence between us and I can't get to the end of it. Then suddenly I'm walking into this house. But it's not a house. There's a bunch of men wearing blue shirts and pants. Jason's there, but he's got on jeans and a white jersey looking t-shirt on. I realize, we're in a firehouse. I hug Jason and then realize that I haven't seen my girls. "Where are my girls at?" i start freaking out. "calm down, they're alright." I sit down on one of the bunks. Everything is light colored or chrome. Jason walks into another room, but I don't follow him. I walk through another door where I can see down the hallway. I see my girls wearing firemen helmets surrounded by more firemen and watch Jason walk up to the group. They are getting a tour of the fire trucks.
I recall saying to myself a couple of times, this is a dream. But I don't think it made much of a difference in what happened.
I am 29, female, and am currently living with my folks while I go to school. My girls are with me every other week so I see them alot. Right now, their dad lets me see them in the mornings of his weeks because I go to school at night and miss a large part of their life becuase of school. I have recently been craving a relationship, even tho now isn't the greatest time for one. My marriage ended about 3 years too late. My last relationship, I realized I had fallen back into old patterns and ended it before anything else happened.
I met Jason at school. It was the first night of class that we started hanging around together at school. I only see him and talk to him at school. He's 31, navy reserves, 6'5ish, has a smile I'd swear I'd seen in dreams before, recently (i don't know what constitutes recent in guy terms) broke up with his girlfriend, so he's single. Lives alone and talks to and visits his folks alot. He doesn't have any kids and as far as i can tell, has never been married. He is someone I would like to get to know better, but I don't know where he stands on the issue. I had heard him mentioning before "Can you imagine having a girl friend while trying to take this class? After working all day? They'd just get on your freakin nerves!" He has been in a couple more dreams I have had lately.
I hope someone can help me out. Sleep is coming at a high price lately, and I can't afford to loose any more or have anymore restless nights.
Alice was on b6 last night.
I was at the summer special olympics. I was helping with one of the races at at the starting line I'm talking to this girl. She appeared to have down syndrome and was extremely large for her age. (She was bigger than me!) Not fat, just really really thick. She saw this guy on the starting line and she asked who that was. I guess she thought he was cute because just before the race started, she walked acroos the lanes and pushed and pummeled this guy into the ground. Next thing I know, I'm over asking him if he was ok and if he knew her. he mentioned that that was twice today. I said "I think she likes you" and notice his arm in a sling. He said "She does that." I asked him "why?" he said "your guess is as good as mine."
Next thing I know I'm in an attic, I think it's my mom's - but it doesn't fit. It's much too tall and there are stairs leading down from the floor. Its not quite a finished attic but still inhabitable. The guy with his arm in a sling is sitting in a recliner in the attic and watching tv. I walked down the stairs to look and opened a door. My oldest daughter was in the top of a closet. She had been locked up as a punishment of some kind. I get her down and plan to take her home with me.
We get to the center of the house and the girl from the race is there and she's throwing mud at the guy from the race. But the guy has a thin cut black suit on and all of the mud keeps flying into the suit, filling it up. He's got mud on his face and in his suit coat and pants. For some reason I think he looks like Justin Timberlake (thanks Jeff, I think that one is YOUR fault). And all the while he's getting mud thrown at him, I have this commlink (yes, i'm a geek) with digital contacts and this guy is spamming my vision with ads to buy a house and interest rates.
NEXT thing I realize is that both of my children have diaper rash. I found this really upsetting seeing as they shouldn't have been in diapers to begin with. They've been potty trained for years. My oldest acts like she's been getting treated for diaper rash for ever and has absolutely no modesty whatsoever. I got really irritated and the dream ended. Thank heavens.
Everyone say it with me.... LEFT TURN CLYDE.