I have to write down this dream, before I forget it. Because it was one of those dreams I was SO glad to wake up from. It left me wondering what the heck I ate last night.
Okay, so I dreamt that it was the end of the world. Last Days. Revolutions. Armageddon. Whatever you want to call it. It was a little freaky. How it happened was, there was a big storm. I watched the lightening hit once, then a second time in the same spot, the third there was a big flash of blue, kind of like a nuclear bomb had gone off. And that’s when the news reports started coming in. How some sort of poisonous toxins had entered the atmosphere and the entire planet would be dead within three days. And sure enough, people started dying off. Some went into hiding in underground bunkers. But it was the end, and we all knew it. The fire department would put up signs on houses where people had already passed on. I kept waiting for giant horses with Angels to come sweeping through, some biblical stuff that scare the crap out of me. I remember looking down at Emma and thinking she’s only two not nearly enough time on this earth. We didn’t have enough time together.
Then I woke up. Totally tweaking with such an intense dream. I went to the bathroom and then went back to bed, determined to not have such a depressing dream. But I went straight back to it. Only, this time I did have more control over it. I realized I was going to die, and I realized I hadn’t had sex in 3 years. So I grabbed this guy next to me. Totally hot. And I said, “Since we’re about to die, let’s f*ck” and he was like,”Okay. Let’s do it.” But just as we were about to, his head grew, his face turned red, and then he died.
Even in my dreams I can’t get laid! ARGH!
And then I woke up for good. Not much to say after that.
I did get 6 pages written on my novella last night. Woo whoo!
ummm…holy shit, woman, what the hell’d you eat? Whew, some freaky mojo there. That scared the crap out of me, and I didn’t have that dream
If silma gets a hold of this dream sequence she could probably tell you what it means, CC I think interprets dreams too.
jeez…now I gotta go shower and wash this out of my mind.
freaky…
*ROFL* So you manipulated your dream to get laid. You naughty girl!
I’m a bit shot today. Hard time this past days with the whole income tax crap. I’ll bet C.C. would do a better job at interpreting the dream. Still, I think the dream is about you being worried of not achieving everything you want. Like something will come and stop you from the good things that are happening to you - enjoying time with your daughter, getting published, etc. It’s like you’re expecting doomsday in those areas. But… I could be wrong. *smile*
However, I must admit, it gives you a great premise for a story. Imagine what the hero and heroine would do if something like that would happen. I mean…besides having tonz of sex. Sheesh! *rolls eyes and laughs*
Sorry Shelli, but it sounds like a revelation to me. All it is is God knocking on your door and saying hi in a very big way! Take it or leave it. Sounds like you know the Christian slant on things so I guess I’ll leave it with you.
But I will say this: My sister had a dream that was so vivid it scared the christ right into her.
My mum had another dream that she wanted me to interperate for her as well. I wouldn’t say that i’m an expert but I’m usually right on the mark when people speak to me about their dreams.
Pity about the guy dropping dead. Guess he wasn’t for you.
*sniffle* what happened to my LOLs!
You crack me up! Too funny…manipulating your dreams like that. But wtf is up with that dream?
Man, what a dream! I think Silma’s interpretation is right on. ;) And no more spicy stuff before bed…or whatever it was lol!
Six pages rocks!
Wow!!! I really don’t like those kinds of dreams. How scary! Too bad about not being able to get laid in your dreams.
You can do what Jennifer Crusie did in “In Her Shoes”. You can write your own happy ending.
Sounds like a great end of the world novella in the making.
Sorry I’ve been so quiet. It’s been pretty yucky around here and I just couldn’t deal with the computer for a while.
Thanks for keeping in touch, Shelli. It means a lot that you missed me.
you can get laid, you’ve just made a personal choice not to (with just anyone) Mr. Right will come along one day and throw you one your back or stomach or tie you up or whatever..