I will write the dreams in italics and then my thoughts or whatever in regular print.
Tuesday into Wednesday
I was at my dad's house (it wasn't his house that I know and love but the place I was at was definitely his home) I was in the kitchen area with my teenager niece and preteen nephew that I inherited when my father remarried. They were trying to convince me to "just stay here and don't go back" I was trying to explain that I have work and they were just like "so who cares about work."
In the next moment they left the house to go to school and then I walked out of the house with nothing (I wasn't naked, but I had no purse, phone, or anything) and started walking down the street.
Eventually I realized that I didn't have anything I walked backed to the house where the front door was still open and my dad and Ma (that's what I called my new stepmother) were sitting at the kitchen table. When I walked in the kitchen they looked at me with coffee mugs in their hands and said we did not know what happened and then I looked at the stove and saw pots on the stove that had some remnants of white rice on them.
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
And then I woke up thinking that was really weird and I was a bit confused.
Later that day in the evening around 5:30PM my dad actually called me and we had a pleasant and lengthy conversation. It was really nice.
Wednesday into Thursday
One of my friends from church we will call him Lenny was in my dream. There were more details but I honestly don't remember them anymore the only thing that stands out was Lenny. Lenny was actually standing in a hallway next to a door on his side that had light on and the light from the room is how I saw Lenny. And his hands were like on his hips almost superman style.
Thursday, June 16, 2011 and Friday, June 17, 2011
So I haven't seen or spoken to my friend Lenny in years and I knew his birthday was coming up I thought it was Thursday but it was Friday. We are Facebook friends so I just messaged him on his birthday saying happy birthday and that I missed him.
Saturday into Sunday
Actually it was more like Sunday only I went to bed really late or early depending on how you look at it.
I don't even know where this dream begins so I will just start:
I was in this ginormous house I think it would even be safe to call it a mansion. I remember I had been sleeping on a bunk bed in a room crowded with people and other beds. When I woke up I could find my phone eventually I saw my case with a phone squished in it that obviously wasn't mine.
At some point the Director of Reslife from Rutgers-Newark was there and was trying to help me find it and the other kids that were in the room with me were rude and of no help.
Somehow my dream shifted and I was running throughout this mansion taking brief pauses in all the rooms I was running through. I eventually reached the end of the mansion and saw the two kids who should be living in the mansion (no clue who they are) sitting in a room with a big tv and a computer and there was a man in a big leather seat arm chair that I couldn't see except for his arm and I quickly ran away
In the next moment I was with some people that I met this summer, my friend Caity and Vicola and we were visiting my roommate Bethanie who was working. Bethanie had questions for Caity and Vicola and I was trying to help but the situation was resolved and Bethanie was like it's ok just go. Caity and Vicola had already left and when I backed away someone put their arm around me with a camera in their hand. It was one of those cameras that you can see yourself in. And I recognized the guy as Keith from my church in the next second there were these other old church folks there and one lady that suspicious looked like my old math teacher from high school.
When the picture was done and I was trying to leave Keith was like hey how have you been? So I sat down at the table and it was like a bunch of the youth members not the old folks from my church including Keith, Lenny, and Lenny's brother and sister dressed up in suits and nice clothes. Lenny was further from me but we were making small talk and then how long it has been since some of us were at our old church. We were trying to remember the last time we were there and we couldn't remember. Lenny was awfully quiet and I don't know why.
Then I heard a loud whistle.
Sunday, June 19, 2011
And I woke up hearing thunderclaps actually me and my summer roommate woke up trying to figure what was going on. I was confused if the whistle sound was my dream or real life and we tried to figure out what was going on with this weather.
We eventually went back to sleep and woke up again for real but now I am here writing the blog and extremely weirded out by my last dream that I remember details and that they were so sporadic.
Also why does Lenny keep reappearing in my dreams. Yes it was only two dreams but still I have not seen or spoken to him in forever (with the exception of the occasional Happy Birthday post on Facebook) so I wonder should I put thought into that or what.
If you have connected from the last blog you now should know that I am not Zoe but Ciggy and so these have been my dreams of the week.
Until next time I wish you a sweet beautiful sleep and wonderful dreams (not uniquely strange ones like mine)
Much Love,
Ciggy
Names have been changed to keep their identity secret!
