Understand My Dreams

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A little backstory since I think it's relevant to a recent dream. The past couple of years I've been doing a lot of traveling and figuring out what I want, and what I don't, want to do with and have in my life. I've learned a lot and have been having a mostly awesome time (hardships always come and go) but currently finally at peace and calm with whatever happens, probably the most at ease with anything I've ever been. About two years ago I broke up with a girlfriend and it wasn't pretty. Recently, we finally had contact and while not necessarily patching things up, I cleared the air with full disclosure so internally I feel good about that now. So that's me currently but the dream deals with someone from the past. It was seven years ago and I had a childlike crush on a girl, I was 17. Probably as close to perfect as one could be but while I got to know her and became friends she ended up getting into a relationship with a guy who took her down a dark road for a few years. I was young and the crush passed like they all do and I never really had bad luck with girls so It worked out. I saw her a couple times years back but it was just small talk and not much else. So while it's been 4-5 years since I've seen or talked to her, last night I had a dream about her. I was at her parents house and we were close, kissing, and happy. I think I had just come back from another trip to a random country. She said she had letters for me and I had to read them and then decide what I wanted to do and find her and her mother and let them know my decision. I read the letters. They were dated over the years but they were never sent to me. She had kept them. They said that she loved me and wanted to be with me. As I read them the dream became almost lucid. I felt a sense of acceptance and salvation as I knew how she felt, after everything I had been through, experienced, and done, she had wanted me, and had told her whole family such, and it was a pretty amazing sensation. That's pretty much the dream. One of my favorite ones and the only one I can remember in quite a long time. Thoughts?

I had a dream when I was younger, that I was in my home country, at my grandmother's house (my mother's mother), and my family and I were sitting on the couches, or on the floor- around the coffee table. My mother had my little sister, who is 4 years younger than me (she was a baby in the dream), in her lap, sitting on the couch. I was sitting on the floor in front of them, when my little sister starting laughing. Her laughter annoyed me so much that I started hitting her head with my hand as hard as I could. Her laughter was stuck on replay, literally, as if she were a robot that'd malfunctioned. No one paid any mind to what I or my sister was doing. I was sobbing and hitting her, when two feral dogs rushed into the living room we were in. I jumped to my feet and to the opposite side of the big dining table that was nearby. I was screaming and crying at the huge dogs, who were barking at me. Nobody had noticed the dogs, or me hiding behind the table; they were all continuing to converse with each other as if nothing was happening. The dogs, they made no move to attack me or go around the table, they just stood there and barked at me. Then, my grandmother burst into the room (as she was in another room) and starting smacking and shoo-ing the dogs away. They whimpered and ran out the living room, proceeding to leave the house. I woke up at this point.

It started off where we didn't know each other. You were a professional surfer and I was on a boat but I fell off and was drowning and you saved me. We started talking and dating and stuff and four months into the relationship I accidentally got pregnant and you were really pissed at first and then you started being super supportive and sweet. Then we were at the beach and I was watching you surf and there were beautiful shells everywhere and something just made me start picking up the shells and I had my back turned to the water so I didn't notice that there was a huge wave behind me and it knocked me down and dragged me into the water. You saw me drowning again but it took a long time for you to get to me. You brought me back to the beach and I was unconscious and someone started doing cpr but they were doing it wrong and they put a lot of pressure on my stomach and later that day I ended up having a miscarriage. That made me so depressed for weeks. I wouldn't get out of bed or eat and you wouldn't talk to me for a long time. After a few months we were talking again and dating, but you saw how depressed I was and you said we should try to have another baby. So we did and after a couple of weeks it worked and you were actually happy about it. We went shopping for it and stuff. Then, while I was watching you at a surf thing, I was hanging out with your friends and this girl you used to date accused me of faking being pregnant (even though at that point it had been like 6 months) because she thought I was just trying to keep you around. I got pissed and said (I remember this part really well for some reason) "you're just mad because he thinks your butt is terrible." She got mad and said that it probably wasn't even your kid, and somehow she convinced you that it wasn't, so she forced me to get a paternity test and then she knocked me out. I woke up in a giant fish tank and some woman found me and told me to leave the country if I knew what was best for me. She had a knife so I did what she said. Even though it was your kid, the girl faked the results and made it look like it wasn't. You dumped me and I ended up throwing myself in the ocean and you found me. I was dead but the baby wasn't and you gave it to my mother. That's all I remember.

My dream begins with My dad, his wife and my two half sisters driving home from a family get together in the country. It was well after dark and the girls were fussy and over tired. We saw out the window a small but unfamilliar church as we drove down one of the historical roads with the overarching oak trees (you know , the kind of streets you aren’t allowed to build on or develop?) . From the car we could see the lights in the church were on and people were inhabiting it despite It being late. Dad call from the driver seat , “ hey, Maybe we should go pay them a visit” and I was like “no dad, It’s 11 o’clock at night. Plus, you cant just invite yourself into a church function that’s weird and impolite. “ You just don’t want to go say hi because you think christians are weird” I stopped arguing as we pulled into the empty parking lot ( where were the attendees parking?) . So walked into the church and said hello . The people there were all plump and friendly, and they greeted us as if they expected our company. There was a girl my age wearing a purple sweater that matched the brackets of her braces who wouldn’t stop asking me were I wanted to go to college. The mood changed from jolly to forboding as we decided to leave. The people we met in the church followed us to our car urging us to stay . As we drove home I saw the same church front appear in different places on the route home. Everything seemingly returned to the status quo as we ended our trip and got settled in at home. All the while I was obsessing about the bizarre church and the even stranger people within it . who were they ? Where were their cars? Why were they at church in the middle of the night, in the first place? The next day in chemistry I was telling a friend ( a kid in my chemistry class that I actually can’t stand) about the mysterious encounter and my plan to return the following night. he was like “ whoa , that’s spooky, Don’t go!” and I was like “ I’m definitely going” He said “well, in that case , I’m coming with you” So, we drove out to where the church was passing a few identical churches on the way. We went back to the original site of the church and entered. Its patrons hadn’t left . When we enter they all came at us trying to restrain us. Before they were upon us I tried to reopen the door and escape. I had locked automatically. Then just when the situation seemed most dire, my friend pulled out a pocket knife , and broke a window through which we escaped and sped away in my car. The Church building followed us , popping up sporadically on streets that had been empty before.

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