...more times than I’ve been to the dreams.
I mean most nice dreams turn into nightmares just so I can wake up, because if I keep on dreaming nice dreams I’ll stay sleeping forever.
I dreamed that I had a bunny and it turned into a wild weird animal, it was skinny and it had claws and sharp teeth, it ran all over the place and wouldn’t let me catch it, I wanted to hold it but i scratched me, then it ran to my bed and pooped, I was too tired to get up, my husband picked up a tissue and tossed the things out of the bed…yuck!!!!!

A couple of weeks ago I dreamed of a cruise, and someone being thrown overboard.
There was a man (40ish dark hair) with a beard and a young woman (long wavy brown hair) on her twenties, she had on a dress and a jacket, the man looked unclean, and angry.
She was angry too but when he picked her up (with a lot of trouble) she looked frightened, there were a couple of people near, young teens I think (13 y/o blond girl, and another preteen girl)...
When he tossed her over board I woke up with a start, it was very frightening, but I didn’t know anyone in the dream, nor have I ever been on a cruise, however it was very vivid and I can’t stop thinking about it…ugh!

A nightmare inside a dream…
The dream was VERY pleasant, it was about making new friends and talking to people I admire from far only; I was getting all cozy and just loving the moment but then I started telling them a story and the story was in pictures just like the dream and I was in it…

I said…
During my high school years I was very shy, so much I was voted the class Oyster (that was true yet I said it in the dream)...I continued:
I wanted a job but was afraid to get one because I would have to interact with people, then when I was walking towards school one day and a car stopped beside me and the two men inside it said that their Boss wanted to hire me; all I had to do was dance in his private party, and guess what I said? I said OK I will be there…. (like I would say that being as shy as I was…but anyways)I didn’t think anything bad about it, just dance something were not “chat” was required was my thought.

I got there a beautiful pent house with a waterlily lake all around it and a terrace; there was a table but set up with chefs in a bud and a group of people in a out door living room.
They said I should go change to the dancing clothes and luckily for me there were more dancers there so I wasn’t alone, as if we knew how we did some stupid coordinated dance for the people, and “the boss” who was an oriental man.

We watched how he got up pointed at one people in the audience and signal two of his men to go over there… they escorted the man to the garden into the lily pad pond which was packed with lily pads and were strong enough to hold people, and then they shot him in the head, and let him fall between the lily pads.
The “Boss” made an announcement and said that anyone causing a commotion would have the same done to them…
Some people left, but the rest weren’t allowed to, they were forced to watch the performance, then they were shot one by one…
Every time some person would wonder by mistake in the “party” they were forced to stay and later shot.
I by now was panicking inside, I had short breaks where I went to talk to people and later tried to escape, I talked to the chefs and they showed me a menu which was the instructions of what they should make, at the end it said you will prepare this and then you will be destroyed when is over (not very wise if they wanted good food uh?).
I said I would go get help, they said go ahead please do, and one of them said he would tattle tell… HUM…
Anyhow, I escaped trough the empty building quite easily, I went as fast as I could and as quiet as I could, I crossed the road to where a team of beisbol were practicing and as they were leaving I stopped the coach and told him: this is going to sound to crazy to be true but you have to help me…while I said that a teen girl came to me and tried to catch me on fire, I screamed : DID you see her??? did you see that horrible girl???? and so he listen avidly to my story and then we both looked up at the Penthouse where at the edge of the building were the rest of the people lined up looking at me very scared, I had caused that, and then …then….
My plan was to storm the building with people so much it would be overpowering and give time to the police to get there (thinking ahead on how much Mexican police take)...

But when I saw the line of people about to be shot I knew there was no hope, there was not enough time to get anyone up there, there was just enough for them to get it done and escape.
I failed to get help I was the only one who knew who they were and for sure they would haunt me….
I woke up…
This was an afternoon nap…ugh!!!

Ive had lots lately, so many I don’t remember them all, but the little times I spend sleeping they have been all nightmares.
One was about my Pepita; it was like war times and the cities where half empty and half destroyed, the invaders (who knows from where) were taking all the children and they had taken my 3 older kids, I wanted to find them, and I had my Pepa all the time with me.
I knew some people who were hiding children in a safe place so the grown ups could work or whatever, so I took my Pepa, but then someone was following me. I knew I couldn’t scape them but I wanted to see the Pepa one more time and make sure she would be safe with someone.
I ran trough buildings and warehouses, I made it to the safe house and left crying, and kept running.
Then they cornered me in a building where I kept running inside in the dark, opening doors and going down stairs, I passed a bakery with a door to the street and I thought of leaving that way but I kept climbing down the stairs when I saw vans of those people parked outside…then I knew I had no way out and I woke up …and went back to sleep…

Other one was weird weird weirdddd, my whole family was in a building like an airport, and they were evacuating because there was a treat of a bomb or something like that, the people were leaving in a hurry but in order, then a man started screaming at his son, he was horrible calling him names and telling him that he wasn’t allowed to leave, that he had to stay right there. The kid (13 or so) was just quiet and shy, he didn’t do anything , he let the man drag him around; then the man pushed him against a pillar and the kid sat own covering his head while the man got madder and madder and screamed horrible things; he called the kid names and hit him in the head several times, then I don’t know from where he got a tutu and stuffed it to the boy and ridicule him, but the kid wouldn’t take it off. We all were feeling angry at the man, but we had to leave and nobody did anything, I was going up some electric stairs and kept hearing the screaming of the man, and while I was up there I was thinking why I didn’t do anything, why I didn’t take the kid with me, and why all those people watching down there wouldn’t say something, then I woke up again.

Then I dreamed I woke up and Pepita was lying next to me but she was dead, I woke up and felt Pepita there, and I turned around to see her and she was lying there with her crab ( a pillow size stuffed animal) on top of her face, I took it out quickly and moved her hands, she didn’t move or react, then I felt her breath, I didn’t feel any air coming out and didn’t see any movements, so I shook her and said Pepita!! and she said, I’n here mommy… and turned the other way and I was sooooo happy, I shushed her back to sleep and tossed the crab out of the bed… ugh!!!!
Then I couldn’t sleep and twenty minutes later the clock rang… wah

But never take my kids!!!

Nightmares are cruel because they take us in a vulnerable state when we can’t even control our body.

My husband’s stereo got stolen from his car parked outside of our garage and that send me to sleep that night with a sense of insecurity of my home.
Mark surprised me with his response to the event, he said: I hope they needed it more than I did, and shrugged it off.
He said it makes him feel better when he is driving to work music less that maybe a desperate parent sold the stereo to buy medicine for their kids.

But what if the theft is not of things… and that was what my dream was about:

I had rearranged my home and left the girls in a far away room with a window, it was time to get the kids to bed and the motion lights came on outside so I went to look out the glass doors expecting to see the trees moving and the wind blowing(that usually sets off the light) but there was no wind…

I saw a man climbing the fence and thinking he would get scared I went outside and scream what do you want? But he look right to my eyes with a piercing burning look, and didn’t back away he climbed with force and more motivation than before, I turned around and screamed at my kids: Andy call 911 quick!!! go get the phone!!! I walked into the house and locked the door, but the kids were as always at bed time wired and crazy running around and playing and didn’t even hear what I said, so I ran to find the phone thinking there wouldn’t be enough time and screamed loud enough as I did that, so the kids listened this time and did exactly what I said, GO TO THE VAN NOW! There is a stranger!! (this happened to us before and it was a replay of a real live story) they did, drag the baby and got into the van as I ran after them calling 911…

The police rang the front door before we had left… I felt secure enough to answer the door; they said they saw someone running away as they pulled to the house, they said they would keep a close watch of our neighborhood and to call if anything happened again. It did, a different man was climbing our roof and I saw a left from my window…
I called the police and again they came, but this time my husband was back and he answered the door while I checked the kids rooms who were by that time sleeping, Pepi had left Kami and crawled into our bed so that was one, then the boys, but when I went to Kami’s room the window was broken and she wasn’t there…

I’m crying now as I did in the dream, what a cruel awful nightmare, with drowned screams I ran to the street without caring about the police who were talking with my husband.

I saw a car turn the corner, I knew my kid was inside, I knew in the dream I wouldn’t see her again and I dumped my self in the middle of the dark street screaming… by then I woke up and couldn’t go back to sleep I cried and cried, I put the girls in my bed and went to lay in the boys bedroom for the rest of the night…
The news of the famous girl’s murder case didn’t help to create that nightmare that night…I’m sure that was part of the evil dream. ACK!!!!

And why on earth am I typing this now right before I go to bed…
GRRRRRRRR …
I should go dance with Jenniferparis again and forget all about this horrible dream….