So I haven't been sleeping well lately. Just a few weeks ago I was managing to get 10 hours of sleep...now I'm getting like 6. I don't know if it's the stress of work or what, but I've had some really odd dreams. The funny part is that they all have had a common theme: spirits. I wouldn't really classify them as ghosts, but you tell me what you think.
It all started out with my dream the other day about B, the asshole. I went over to his house, and we were in his room, when we got into an argument. He told me that at this point in our "relationship" we should've had sex. I told him no. Then he told me to get out. I remember leaving his house with my head held high, but inside I was really sad. So I walked out of his house, and next to it was an empty parking lot, and across the parking lot was a restaurant. So I walked over to the restaurant because I didn't want him thinking I didn't have a ride, or was going to be alone.
Once I saw that he went back inside his house, I went back to his house, and let myself in. Only, by now, I was invisible. So I sat in a wooden chair in his kitchen, and watched as he and a handful of his family sat at a wooden picnic bench, eating dinner. I guess I was hoping he'd say something about me, but he just continued to shove his face full of food. At one point, his uncle tried to sit in the chair I was sitting, but he couldn't sit down. Which was weird, because you'd think if I was invisible, he could've sat there. But maybe invisible people take up space? Anyways, I sat there watching B for what seemed like forever, until all of a sudden M walked into the kitchen. She was invisible too, but I could see her of course, and she could see me. "It's time to go," she said. I looked at her with sadness, but I knew she was right. She didn't pressure me to leave, she waited patiently for me. I took her hand, and we left the kitchen. THE END
My take on it: I did see B the other day. We had dinner, and I came clean to him that I am interested in other boys (see tomorrow's post). He didn't get that I don't want to see him anymore. But I do think to some extent, that I am kinda sad to let him go. Sad because of all the wasted time with him. Not sad because I think he's a great person.
The next dream I had was set in the hospital. I don't remember why I was there, but I remember walking around the hospital. At one point I waited in a booth, and sat there by myself, when a really energetically happy girl came by and offered me a free cookie. "It's homemade," she said. I took a chocolate chip one, and she continued on her merry way. After I was done eating, I walked around the hospital lobby. Then I saw a group of people, including one that was my grandpa. (He passed away when I was 16, but in this dream, he was alive, and real) I sat down next to him, and talked to him, wondering if he knew it was me, his granddaughter. But he didn't in the dream. We were talking about my grandma. She was the one in the hospital. He was worried for her, but him and the rest of the people that he was with, were staying positive and praying for her. I told him I would do the same, and then walked out of the hospital. THE END
Sometimes in my dreams, my grandparents have made an appearance, but I haven't had this happen for awhile. I miss them terribly, but for some reason even though I knew my grandpa was really a spirit in my dream and not alive, it wasn't scary. It was more comforting than anything to know that he still cares about me, and is watching down on me from heaven. Ironically enough, I think I was closer to my grandma when they were alive, but that could've also been because my grandpa passed away unexpectedly one day, and my grandma didn't die until months after him. My family still misses them. But, the highlight of their passing was that my little brother, who is now 9, was conceived. To this day, we still think that he was a blessing from them, because he made our lives happy again.
Now onto my last dream, which this one doesn't make any sense, but if you have been reading any of my past dreams that I have shared, you already know that most of them don't make sense.
I had this dream two nights ago. In my dream, I ran into my mom's bedroom, which is across the hall from mine. I went on her bed, and stood up so I could see outside into our backyard. I looked out and saw a bunch of African women wearing white hijabs, and they were all walking towards my house, and as I watched them, more and more kept coming out from behind trees. They didn't say anything, and they definitely weren't smiling. Then, a lion and a tiger came out of nowhere, and they were scared of them, and left. I was scared of the lion and tiger too, but I was safe in my mom's bedroom. At this point, I sat down, and I was wearing shorts. Well, when I looked down, I saw I had a huge bump on my thigh. So I pressed the bump because I was curious to see what was inside of it. It started gushing blood. Only my blood wasn't red, it was purple! It didn't really hurt, but it kept going and going. I called for my brother to get me a kleenex, and he came back with a handful for me to soak up the blood. Once it was done bleeding, the entire sac like burst out of my leg. I picked it up and it was all slimy, and more or less like a real organ. I wrapped it up in the tissues and went to show my mom, but she was no where to be found, so I threw it away. THE END
I swear I haven't been reading any strange books lately or watching weird tv. I have no idea why I thought of the lion and the tiger. But I did meet an African person last week, so maybe that's why I dreamt of African ladies in my backyard? I have no idea. Also, I don't know why my blood was purple. So I'm at a loss for explanations, suffice it to say that I have a very active imagination.
Am I the only one with weird dreams?