Back to Li'l Freeek's Place
Last night I had a dream where my whole family was in the Lumina, dad was in the backseat between JT and I. Before we left, I asked dad to get me a marajuana cigarette. He got out of the car and brought JT and me one each. He told me to only smoke half so I could save some for later. I think we were on the way to a church thing or something. So, I'm sitting in the back driver's side seat, smoking out, inhaling with longing as if I was getting my fix or something. Like I was addicted. It was weird. I woke up right after the dream. It was six or so. The dream was very realiztic, more so than usual. If someone were watching me in my sleep, they would probably see me inhaling deeply and making the motions with my hands.
A couple days ago, I had a dream that my friend, Marie and I needed to steal a car. We were running away from someone or something and we had to get away fast. We walked, with my grandma Dorathy, to my friend, Michelle's mother's house. When we got there, we stormed in and Michelle wasn't home, so we told her brother that we were going to steal his mom's car. He said okay and handed us the keys. We ran out, crammed into a old white Mustang (all three of us in the front seat), and sped off. We dropped off my grandma and then it was just me and Marie driving as fast as we could down these old streets. One of the weird things about this dream, was that the Mustang was a stick shift and Marie doesn't have her license but I let her drive anyway. Even though, I know how to drive a stick and have my license.I also have had another dream, semi-recently that was quite interesting as well. This time, I was with two friends, Marie (again) and Kari. We were laying on the floor somewhere, I was in the middle. Then, someone came over and choppped off Marie's boobs, then sewed them back on. Then they chopped off Kari's boobs, and sewed them back on. The same this was done to me. As everything was happening, none of us moved an inched, it didn't hurt us or anything.
I had a dream a few nights ago that my pregnant friend, Amy, died while giving childbirth. I think it was during childbirth because I asked if the baby was alright. You wouldn't ask that if the mother died in a car wreck or something. I'm not sure if the baby was alright or not but the dream scared me.I have many dreams about mazes, haunted houses, and mirror mazes. Carnival like things. I wonder what all those mean. There was one haunted maze that I remember. I was with 4 friends, Nichole, Stacey, Christopher, and Cole and we were all going through a maze. We came to this table that had this little bottle on it and the bottle had a tag that said drink me (like in Alice in Wonderland). Christopher drunk it and a couple minutes later he became about 50/60 feet tall. He walked with us for a while longer until he steped on top of Stacey and Nichole. They weren't dead... they were comically flat. So we told Christopher to wait outside of the maze and we frisbeed them to Chris. Finally, Cole and I were trying to get out when we found this room... in it was a classic looking witch stirring green bubbly stuff in a giant cauldron. She looked at us a grinned with bad teeth ans said something like "Come in, my pretty's." We backed out of that room frightened and into a room wear a man in a white lab coat was writing on the board. He turned around a began repeating, "E=MC squared. E=MC squared. E=MC squared." Then, I woke up. Weird, huh?
I've had a few chasing dreams that I remember. My dad said that when someone is chasing you in a dream it is a sign of insecurity. I can't believe that that is true in my case because I am the most secure person I know. (Yah, yah, I'm in denial. Huh... pah-leeze) But, I still had the dreams. In one, this redheaded girl and I and a bunch of other girls were spending the night at this huge house because we were in the Girl Scouts or something. I knew this chick hated me so I tried to stay out of her way as much as I could. Well, everyone decided to go a get grocerys or something while I was asleep so I woke up and the only people in the house were me and the redhead. I freaked out because she began chasing me with a butcher knife. I remember going into the bathroom and hoping in the tub and clinging to the top of it like they did in Teenage Mutant Ninga Turtles the Movie. I saw her so I ran passed her when she wasn't looking and ran out the front door. She saw me again, and was chasing me outside. Sort of like those dual things where there is an object between two people and one person tries to run away one way and the other person follows, back and forth with the object in between. The object was a few giant poles that held up the deck on the house. Finally, I woke up but I was scared for my life.
Most all of my horror nightmares have been not very scary to other people, only myself. For instance I was dreaming about this house that I was in and this witch-like woman was killing everyone there by stabbing them in the head with a really sharp knife. I tried to get the knife and when I finally did I stabbed the woman in the head as she did the others. But, she wouldn't die. I kept stabbing her and stabbing her but she still wouldn't die. It scared the crap out of me and I was sweating when I woke up.
Another nightmare that I have had happened when I was spending the night at a friends house. Three of us were trying to fit on a full bed and I think the crampedness (is that a word?) of it had to do with the dream. I was in yet another house and many people were lying around dead. There was a man that was killing them stalking the house killing more and more people. I finally hid from the man so he couldn't kill me and suddenly the hand of one of the dead people reached up and grabbed my arm. What made it so scary was that I thought it was real and I began to swat an this invisible arms in my sleep. I ended up hitting one of the friends I was sharing the bed with and woke everyone up. I had to explain the dream to them and they both laughed at the fact that I thought it was real. Hey... I guess it was more embarassing than scary.
Before I knew I was going to move to Oregon I lived in North Carolina and I had this dream... I got a ride home from my friend Cole (as I always did) and it seemed that my best friend Candace needed a ride also. So, Cole, Candace, Cole's mom, for some reason his dad, and I got into their huge truck and they drove me home. I was living in a new home that was just built. As a matter of fact, it wasn't done being built, so some of the walls were just boards and there weren't any stairs on the whole thing. We reached my house and I didn't know which room was my bedroom so I asked Cole and Candace to help me find it. We walked in a I determined that the first room we entered was not mine because the clothes on the bed were too small. They were baby clothes. So we searched the house and still couldn't find my bedroom. Finally, we gave up and went into the kitchen for a drink of water... the only problem was that the plumbing wasn't quite done on the house so we just stood there an chatted. Suddenly, we heard a noise coming from down the hall. Out popped Cole's dad's head and his mom was right behind him. "Your father had to pee, Cole." His mother explained. (Somehow the toilets flushed but we couldn't get any water in the kitchen, who knows.) I asked Cole's parents if they could help my find my room and again we searched the house. My room ended up being the one we started in and the clothes that were on the bed were ones that we were going to sale in a garage sale. Whatever, it was odd.
When I was a little girl I used to dream about driving my dad's Ford Bronco with my brother. Sometimes he would just sit in the passenger seat and somtimes he would get on the ground and push the pedals for me.I had another reoccuring dream when I was little that I could fly. Actually, it was more like floating. I would think really really hard that I wanted to fly and all of a sudden I would begin to float into the air. Usually I would do this just to get out of knowcking something over in a store or doing something I thought was wrong when in reality it was only an accident. But, other times I would simply float around and enjoy the view.
Ok, we've all had the toilet dream, right? The one where you walk to the bathroom, get on the toilet and pee but it is all in your dream and you end up wetting the bed? Well, here's a few that are even weirder than that. I have had many reoccuring dreams about toilets and bathrooms. A dressing room filled with millions of toilets but no stalls. (My mom's worst nightmare.) Bunches and bunches of toilets crowding the bathroom and they were coed... which I find extremely odd because I was young when I dreamed about these. So there we were, a lot of guys and gals using this toilets without any stalls. The closest thing to a stall was a wall that was between about ten different toilet "areas". But, get this, the bottom part of the wall was up to your chest and the top part was just below the top of your head when you were sitting. They were pointless. But these dreams were truly stange.
I have many other dreams that I could tell you about. There are numberous tales to tell in this little head of mine, but I just don't have enough time to tell them all. Oh well, another time... maybe.
If you have any clue to what any of these mean, mail me.
lilfreeek@hotmail.com