CF's dream diary

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Terrible exhausting night. The first 3 hours I had a cough, so all my dreams included the ticke and the cough, I finally got up and took some cough syrup at 4:30 am, and the rest of the night was spent in a series of dream vignettes in which I couldn't get deep sleep, and consisted of emerging into being given information I did not want, trying to swim in deep waters (obvious pun), reemerging again to some sort of unpleasantness, to keep reemerging over and over from vignette to vignette until at 8:30 I had to get up, exhausted and kind of nauseated.
Cough syrup works for what it's supposed to, but it affects my perception too much. Not in a pleasant way either.

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For the last couple of nights I've had emotionally charged existential nightmares in which I argue with my loved ones about things that upset me, and things I don't want to consider. Since I know why this is, I consider these purge dreams, some processing that my subby thinks I need to do. Luckily I don't remember much of the information exchanged, only the 'flavor' of the conversations.

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Morning nightmare.
We were in a large stadium, which looked like a graduation (large graduation). There were people I know that are passed on, and other people that are alive. I was with a group that may have been distant relatives. One of them gave me their baby to hold for a minute, but I was running around helping out with different things. At some point I found myself in the back of the stadium holding the baby, and I found myself with a former president, one I had an encounter with long ago in a projection- and he snatched the baby off my arms pretending to want to coo him- and then he began to gently try to hurt the baby. He started pinching his cheeks and pulling at his limbs and 'softly' tapping him against a wall- basically trying to hurt him without appearing to. I immediately flashed back to when my son was a baby, and remembered him doing the same thing to my son, except that I was able to rescue him from his grasp, and also 'before' he had been more guarded about the way he did it. I (coming back to present circumstances) saw him grab the baby by the head and getting ready to give a big twist, as if to break his neck-I immediately dropped all pretense of not realizing what he was up to (I was afraid of him) and put my hands over his, not allowing him to twist. I then wrestled the baby off him as I screamed "Let go of the baby, you miserable racist! I know what you're doing, you evil murdering psycho!" I then shouted even louder "let go of him! Don't you know he's white? (he was of mixed blood) He's part norwegian!" My last words startled him enough to let go of the baby, who I then grabbed (worried he was hurt with all the jostling) and ran back out with, this time running around the open areas, looking for the family of the baby and my son, who I felt was also a target. I ran into some girls that looked about his age, and asked them if they knew him. I told them to tell him to hide and find me, we were in danger. They told me his class was not in the graduating class, they were helping to escort the graduates to the stage. I told them again to give him this message, and ran around looking for him and the family this baby belonged to. At some point I checked the baby and saw that he was alive, and was relieved. I then found the family and gave him to them and told them what had happened, and they started to leave. Then I went to my car and found that it was flooded and wet, even though it was only raining lightly outside, and wondered if it was sabotage. The relatives got into the car and started to leave. At this point I woke up, rather alarmed and upset at this whole thing.

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More dreams about trying to rescue babies. I don't even remember the whole dream because it was in the middle of the night but I remember running around with a baby. If the details come back I'll fill them in.

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We were driving, my hubby, son and I. Some man (I think he might have been naked) wandered out in the middle of the street, acting insane, and caused an accident. We didn't hit him but he jumped in front of us and we narrowly missed him. We were physically unhurt, and ended up in some place like a hospital or administrative office of some sort. The man's family were there, being very apologetic and assigning blame to the man himself- apparently he had escaped some sort of asylum. As we waited for him some people came out and started interviewing us, and I was asked to go to Texas with some of the man's family members to talk to someone. I believe we were in Austin and had to go to Dallas (or vice-versa, I remember having to take an airplane to go from one city to the other, but not why we were there or where we started from.) When we were there, I found myself in the 'green room' of a talk show, and Bill Hader came out to talk to me, he apparently knew someone where I was sitting (waiting) and we struck up a conversation. In the space of a few hours we became great friends and started going somewhere, I remember being photographed by paparrazi as I sat with him- he kept telling people I was his new best friend. I was flustered about this because I always have found him to be one of the best comedians I've seen. So I was thrilled to be friends with him. Then the family came back and I was on my way back to (Dallas?) where my family was waiting for me. I woke up as I was arriving home.

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2 Dreams: The 'spy' dream (recurring)-Someone watching me, the blinds are open at night and I'm trying to close them, there is someone out there spying on me and I can't seem to keep things closed up. I must have had an astral visitor last night and will take measures today to rectify that.

-and another dream in which I was at a job (old boss new job) and someone mentioned that they were going to make eating meat in the workplace forbidden. I then witnessed the employees discussing the relative merits of meat vs. other foods and what should be prohibited. I was just flabbergasted as these dumb people were failing to grasp the wrongness of what was happening, and were discussing the wrong points. My anger finally reached its limits and I proceeded to tell my boss (who in reality was one of the best bosses I ever had) why I would resign my position if anyone who employed me could presume to tell me what foods I should be allowed to eat, and I then directed my verbal barrage (not abuse, just pointing out what seemed to be going over their heads) that it didn't matter what foods were good or bad for them, that it should be their choice of whether they wanted to eat garbage and that no employer could take that right away from them adn the fact that they were accepting losing their power so stupidly just really made me angry. I woke up spitting mad and had to take deep breaths before waking up.

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I was having a 'recurring' dream about being trapped somewhere with others, in danger, and tryiing to figure out how to escape and help others escape too. I'm pretty sure this has been part of the background of my dreams in the past few days, except maybe on the night before, the first non-nightmare dreaming night in what has to be four or five days. In here we were in an environment and I was trying to figure out how to save the others and myself, although I knew I couldn't be harmed. I was half-lucid and started to fly. Unfortunately when I started flying I found the environment becoming 'unrealistic' and the sky turned into a dome, and there were people (the 'bad' guys over the dome) were armed, and were shooting at me (and the others.) After being shot a few times and realizing this wasn't really affecting me, I realized it was a simulation, and found myself in a sort of 'after the game' experience, in a kitchen ready for lunch, as if we had all been actors in a stage, and had stopped for lunch break. Then I woke up to the statue of liberty projection.

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A different take on a recurring dream
I had the recurring dream about my grandfather's farm and house, the one in which I walk around telling people I used to stay there, it used to be my grandpa's house. As usual, it's some sort of public venue, like a hotel or a museum. This time it's more like a historic citadel. I notice it's seaside. I think it may be because my grandmother's house is on the beach, and I've combined them. I have a room there but it's not my room (as in real life) and the surf pounds so hard it is a miracle it doesn't break through the window. The scenery is beautiful, but the sound of the surf is very loud.
I go for a walk with the young man I was touring the house/citadel earlier, and we walk on the beach outside of the citadel walls. I want to go into the sea as usual, but as usual, something holds me back. Then when we get to the other side I realize we have wandered away and are no longer 'at my grandfather's house.' I stay in someone's house, maybe the young man's family's house. I am not sure if I should be there, but am made to feel welcome. I try to get back, but things are different. At some point I wake up.

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I went to bed worried about the young'un and spent most of the night having frustrating 'can't do this' or 'can't solve that' dreams.
I hate when that happens.

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Symbolic dream- Started out as one of those 'theme park' dreams, where I was told by a man 'in charge' to do something to a little box- it was rectangular, had a small platform with a circle in it and had a strawlike stick that worked as some sort of ocular aid to see whatever was in the little box. He told me to put a coin (dime or quarter) in the slot. Then I went outside of a place called Trader Joe's- I had been inside and walked out with a parcel with some things I had picked up but not yet paid for. Now I'm with an old friend who had a large bag of stuff she had bought- a big bag. She then tells me that the things in that store are expensive, and offers to 'help me' with them. I say no, if they're too expensive I'll just go back into the store and bring them back. I start to worry about the objects (even though I'm already outside) and decide to go back into the store. I then wake up.