FLORIDA 138Last nite I had a dream. Most of the time I wake up and vaguely remember that “yes” I dreamed something but that’s about it. This morning I woke up thinking, “I love my husband!!!”  My dream sucked eggs big time. I don’t know all the circumstances surrounding the dream, but apparently Sei and I were divorcing or something. I just remember calling him “Babe” like I do all the time and he said, “You don’t get to call me Babe anymore.” I tried to kiss him later and he said, “You don’t get to kiss me.” And the way he said it broke.my.heart. I know I said something to him about him needing someone to watch Taj and Liv during the day. (I guess I lost custody.) and volunteered to do it and he told me I’d have to get a “real job.” WTH?!?!

I woke up STRESSED and CONFUSED. I didn’t know what the heck was goin’ on and I sure didn’t know *why* I had such a dream?!!? But I DO know that I love my husband and that small glimpse into life without him SUCKED. I don’t want to experience it ever. So Sei- I call dibs on dying first. Just sayin’…

I have whacked out dreams often. Most of the time I can’t really remember them, but other times I wake up and I’m like, “What the hell was that??” Kinda like in this post. Last nite I was up late chatting with a friend, then upalligators at 5:30am  getting Tristan off to Hawaii with my parents. I didn’t get a lot of sleep. So while the kids played around me I dozed off on the couch. I started dreaming I was in a gym surrounded by kids from my jr. high and high school- but I was an adult. Without any warning the floor started opening kinda like on “It’s A Wonderful Life.” I full on expected a swimming pool under the floor and was ready to jump in because I’m wild like that. I jumped- without looking- and landed in water. But the water was full of alligators and sharks. And there was no ladder to crawl out with. I woke up in a frenzy feeling like I couldn’t breathe. (NOTE: shark-feedingThis dream was not drug induced. I did not take sleeping pills or anything. I only dozed off on the couch.)

So… my question for you: Do you think this dream meant anything? Or was it just the result of staying up too late, watching Shark Week and being on Facebook too much?

What do you think?

What’s your interpretation?

I had a bad dream last nite and I am positive it means something. So… analyze me. What does it mean?

I can’t remember everything or how I got in the situation, but I was in my home and a man was drowning me in my bathtub. I wasn’t naked or anything, I was dressed. But he was holding my head and body under the water. I was struggling, then I stopped and decided to “play dead.” He stopped pushing me under and left the room. As I lay there trying to decide if I should make a run for it or wait to see if he left the house, he came back in the bathroom with a cheese grater. It looked kinda like the one in this picture. Like, it was smooth on the sides- not sharp.
He grabs my right leg and starts sawing it with the cheese grater. Obviously it wasn’t cutting me because it was smooth on the sides. Anyway… I actually sit up and ask him, “What the heck are you doing??” and he said, “Using a hacksaw to dismember you.” And I proceed to explain to him that it’s cheese grater and that the sides are smooth so it’s not doing anything to me. Then I woke up and freaked myself out and everything…
So, what do you think it means? Am I a control-freak, even when I’m being murdered? Am I drowning in something? What??

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