Understand My Dreams

Dreams chemistry

I dreamed of exactly what I've experienced for decades. I saw myself living life as I exactly would and have in the future, and that future is now. The Future was the past, the past was the future, and the present is both the past and the future at the same time reoccurring in reality. Was it truly a dream? I was asleep. But unlike normal dreams, I could taste, smell and even hear the thoughts, feel the chemistry changes in my brain and feel the emotions I would have in the future. I have the same spouse and children now as I saw I would. That took over 20 years to come to fruition. I even saw the dreams I would have in the future, therefore I was having dreams within my dreams. And now I'm reliving all of it.

I have eleven brothers. At IHOP with two of them as we are leaving my brother Matthias tells me he hasn't slept for six days because its finals week and he is a double major in biochemistry and chemical engineering. I take the keys to our station wagon and then there is a guy with a gun and he wants my purse but I tell him I need to get my grandfather's diary but it's not a diary. It's my own gun and when the guy in the hood sees it he passes out and then I hear a huge thud and Matthias has had a seizure from not sleeping.

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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