A little groundwork... I dream in bright vivid colors. I rarely dream about family or friends, although I will dream about places I know. And I see through my own eyes, I don't see myself from a third party position, in otherwords. These 3 factors can make dreaming a little bit disconcerting, as when I first awake it is hard to distinguish between dreaming and reality. Needless to say, I try not to remember my dreams. But sometimes it is hard to forget them.
The last couple of weeks the dreams have been strange, bizarre and to a degree, scary. The one I recall the best is one that actually includes Pan (that in itself is strange).
We were touring Hawaii (I wonder where I thought up that one, LOL) in a beat-up camper truck when we paused at the top of a mountain where a bunch of people were gathered looking down into a valley. Curious we debark from the truck and walk over to see what they were looking at. Down in this valley were a bunch of zoo workers feeding alligators, except something went wrong and the alligators started eating the workers.
At this point I really want to wake up; but my dream has other ideas and off to sleep Pan and I drift. On the mountainside, in the grass; not as one would suppose, in the camper truck.
When I awake in the dream, we are still in the grass on the mountainside, but now we have a sheet over us and a brick house behind us. I get up to walk around the house where I spy a chain link fence with a bunch of silver trash cans next to it and the house on the right hand side. On the other side of the fence is a photographer taking a picture of a huge alligator, which suddenly starts to charge at the photographer. I yell out for her to be careful, when everything rewinds. The alligator is back where it was and the photographer is starting to take her pictures.
I now notice there is a part of the fence missing by the garbage cans and over them comes a really old woman cackling and calling for the alligator to follow here. I am stunned, literally, in place. I could not believe this old woman was calling to the creature and that it was coming. It started to charge at me and I could do nothing except stand there. As it got right up to me, and I could see my life ending, it changed into a toddler girl with black hair that started nibbling on my leg. Granny joined her shortly.
About this time I woke up, thankfully. For me dreaming is nearly as stressful as real life.
Pictures from Hawaii:
Every once in awhile (like after 2000 shots) you get one that is fantastic where time seems to stop.
The happy couple
4 comments:
That sounds like a really freaky dream..
that *is* a fantastic picture.
Now that dream would keep me up for days... (((hugs)))
What an amazing level of detail to remember from a dream, I never remember more than a vague idea of what it was about. Now I am quite glad, I'm not sure I could sleep again for a while after that.
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