Do you analyze dreams in your spare time? I just woke up terrified. Here are the facts of the dream I just had: I was young, probably in my 30's. I had a small child and a husband that was very hard working and devoted to me and my child. We lived in a small house near a prison facility. I do not know where he worked. My brother (who has been deceased for 55 years) was there visiting. We came back from a car ride to find barrels of guns and ammunition in the front room. There was one barrel filled with grain. Since we were all law abiding citizens we were freaked out. Suddenly there was a knock on the door and the police were there. They had a tip that I was running guns.
One of the police was a heavy set, very friendly cop that seemed to believe me and one was bound and determined that I was pure evil. These two played good cop/bad cop while the other 5 ransacked my house. They found nothing else; just the guns and ammo in the front room. I do not know how the dream ended because I woke up.
Now, the facts leading up to bed last night. Jiraiya and I had a visitor who actually came in my house and drank a cup of tea and we set at the table with our masks off. Later Ross came by and picked up noodles, but he stayed on the porch and wore his mask. Jiriaya and I walked down and looked in the ditch to see if the water was running (If it was we would try to catch a crawdad, which he calls dagcrawlers or crabs.) We also watched a bird setting on a nest up in the tree right outside the window. None of those activities seem to me a portend of a nightmare! But, for some reason I woke up scared to death.
So, give me your take on this. Leave it in the comments below this post, or go back and leave it on facebook, (which would be the quickest way for me to see it.)
So, for now I am going to make Bret his breakfast sandwich to take to work, have another cup of coffee and try to shake this feeling of dread that has me in it's grip.
Have a good one and may the peace that passes all understanding be with us today!
One of the police was a heavy set, very friendly cop that seemed to believe me and one was bound and determined that I was pure evil. These two played good cop/bad cop while the other 5 ransacked my house. They found nothing else; just the guns and ammo in the front room. I do not know how the dream ended because I woke up.
Now, the facts leading up to bed last night. Jiraiya and I had a visitor who actually came in my house and drank a cup of tea and we set at the table with our masks off. Later Ross came by and picked up noodles, but he stayed on the porch and wore his mask. Jiriaya and I walked down and looked in the ditch to see if the water was running (If it was we would try to catch a crawdad, which he calls dagcrawlers or crabs.) We also watched a bird setting on a nest up in the tree right outside the window. None of those activities seem to me a portend of a nightmare! But, for some reason I woke up scared to death.
So, give me your take on this. Leave it in the comments below this post, or go back and leave it on facebook, (which would be the quickest way for me to see it.)
So, for now I am going to make Bret his breakfast sandwich to take to work, have another cup of coffee and try to shake this feeling of dread that has me in it's grip.
Have a good one and may the peace that passes all understanding be with us today!
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