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[perchie.girl]

Maybe younger. I was sleeping downstairs on a bed made up in the living room. It was closer to my parents' bedroom, and I had measles. I can feel the hot breath of the snake (yeah, I now know that was an impossibility) as it opened its gigantic mouth and started to swallow my head. I woke up in a massive sweat, and my fever had broken. Thank you mr green snake.

Yep Yep... Great imagery... and a way for a young mind to deal with the physical.

deb

 

[sourland]

I understand the removing your 'self' from the situation and watching from afar. Been there done that.

 

[sourland]

Wow, I never noticed that before. Very cool!

Me neither. I told the Princess about your offer. She thinks you are special. I told her that, indeed, you are 'special'.

 

[perchie.girl]

I understand the removing your 'self' from the situation and watching from afar. Been there done that.

I been told thats a skill that not many people are able to accomplish.... We are both analytical people...

deb

 

[room onthebroom]

I been writing my dreams down a very long time. Some I dream over and over... and the scenery changes but I know the dream is the same....

Some have been prophetic... Nothing major... just life lessons.

deb

This man was over six foot tall wearing furs for the cold... Whith his hood up his full beard and hair was black and his eyes gleamed from the depth. Very soft spoken There was a wounded man inside his cabin who was on a bed covered with dressings... The person I was looking for...

I asked the bear man what had happened. "He learned something" Was all he would say... Then "hes recovering".

deb

Interesting. The last 20+yrs my dreams are always different people & different scenarios, but the location is always the same.

Another interesting thing is that my lessons are usually painful too.

Mine involved a gigantic green snake emerging from a Nabisco Saltine cracker box on the other side of the room and slowly coming across the room in an attempt to eat me. I can still in my mind's eye see the cracker box and the aquariums that were on stands around the room.

My 1st was in elementary school. I was at school alone & being chased by a ferocious lion. It finally trapped me under a table wedged between walls. I was terrified, but right before it got me, I started screaming at the lion that it was fake & that I was only dreaming. It worked & I woke up.

 

[Fields Mountain Farm]

I wonder if the seizure meds I had to take growing up affected my ability to remember my dreams during that time. I can only remember bits and pieces of one and not enough to form a "story"..
Most of the ones I wake up from now involve sounds I hear from the tv or outside that invade my sleep. And cant remember much of those either..

 

[room onthebroom]

Maybe younger. I was sleeping downstairs on a bed made up in the living room. It was closer to my parents' bedroom, and I had measles. I can feel the hot breath of the snake (yeah, I now know that was an impossibility) as it opened its gigantic mouth and started to swallow my head. I woke up in a massive sweat, and my fever had broken. Thank you mr green snake.

Oh yeah, fever dreams are intense!

My nightmare involved a sacrifical altar and Whipping Branches covered with thorns... I couldnt get away....

so instead of waking up in terror I just stepped back and watched the whole thing happen like in a horror movie. Yep It stopped being scary and I could tell the whipping branches to stop...

After that I didnt have a night mare for more than twenty years.

deb

I've never been able to disassociate like that. When I get too scared I usually stop & look for weird clues that tell me its a dream. Once I know I can just go with it without being scared. Mostly I don't care much about the nightmare, I'm just grateful to actually be sleeping.

Me neither. I told the Princess about your offer. She thinks you are special. I told her that, indeed, you are 'special'.

Yeah I'm 'special' but in that sort of simple, drooly way. I told Doug I'd volunteered him to drop everything & drive across the country & he instantly said, "Yes! We absolutely would!" He's a good guy, but dont you dare tell him I said so.

He can work remotely so we really are very serious.

 

[Alaskan]

Well....

I took the Jeep (backup car) into town to get an estimate to get the door welded back up so it could open and close... my mom is in town and it would be nice for her to have a car....

So I drive up to the body shop.... crawl out of the car through the passenger door and ask for an estimate.

And they say... your car is on fire.



Huh says I.

They say, see all of the smoke?

Took me a bit to see the smoke... old eyes.

Anyway... yep... lots of smoke... actually no flames.

One brake had locked up and that is what was causing the smoke.

They totally dissed my car too.

Sure it is a beater... but it always turns over! I love that in a car.

He told me to weld a new hinge etc. Etc. Would be 200.... but then said how since the brakes were now toast, and the shocks were shot... eh.... he wouldn't waste that kind of money on the car.



Whatever.... I drove the jeep to the repair shop... and CALLED MY MOM TO COME AND GET ME.

If I am back in high school... why don't I look better.... or have better vision.

 

[Alaskan]

Sooooooo bored!

My mommy hasn't show up yet.



I didn't bring stuff with me.

 

[sourland]

"The Adventures of a Frozen Flake" by 'Al'.