Monthly Archives: February 2011

I’ve had some really bad fibro pains and fatigue since Sunday afternoon.  I went to bed early around 10:00pm and woke up for a while then went back to sleep.  I had this horrible dream where I was walking up this hill and run down wooden bridge following my boyfriend.  We finally made it to the top and sat on this rock.  It was very dark, the only light we had was moonlight and it wasn’t a full moon either.  I heard steps NW of us and got nervous, then they were coming straight at us.  A man ran up and had pulled a knife on us.  I ran back and started to call 911 but there were no bars on my phone.  My boyfriend had explained his mom would be up since she’d taught a class earlier in the evening and to go there.

I was back at my house [the house I grew up in] packing, I walked to the glass door in the kitchen and heard the gate expecting my boyfriend.  I saw a police officer and opened the door, two police men were standing there explaining they were looking for the man with the knife, they were dressed in gray sweats that said police on them instead of uniforms.  My boyfriend had walked up past them smiling like everything was okay and that he was just fine.  He explained he needed to grab a few things and hesitated, when I asked him to continue he said there was a stash of meth in the tool shed out back.  I was in shock, this isn’t anything like him, he continued to smile like everything was just as it should be.  I went upstairs to my room, laid on my side looking at my iphone and decided to go across the hall and hide in my parent’s room.  I sat on the floor between the master bedroom and bathroom near the toilet thinking I could vomit.  He came looking for me in my room and went downstairs.  Another friend searched my room then found me across the hall, said a few words and went back downstairs.

Next we were upstairs grabbing things and were cleaning up in the shower, I asked what else was he keeping from me, what other surprises were there.  Finally he was texting on his phone and I asked if he’d updated his facebook status to say he was single.  He showed me the screen to show he’d just finished making the update.  He just kept smiling, he was free to do as he wished and I wasn’t there to hold him down or be a hindrance now that he was by himself.   I didn’t know what to think or how to feel, everything was upside down.  I love him, or who he was.  I couldn’t tell which image was a lie or why this was happening.

Nothing made sense at all.   This is the opposite of who he is in real life.  Other than alcohol we’re pretty much straight edge, no illegal drugs, no self damage or rapid muscle loss, no space cadet bs smiling.  And I’ve noticed a lot of my dreams have been inside the house I grew up in, or in a warped version of it.  I’ve always ended up in my room at some point by default for security.  I woke up and told my boyfriend about the dream remembering how I’d run to my room, lock the door, and hide under the covers to avoid violence.  Its fear I haven’t remembered in a long time,  I’d rather not remember it at all.   I was so grateful I could wake up and see the real Jay instead of this horrible parody in my dream.

I remember being out in a field with people dressed up in costumes, they were off in little cliques and there was a building off to the side.  Inside it looks kind of like Golfland with the towers and brick walls.  Apparently it was someone’s birthday or someone was hosting an event.

Previous location was at night, now its day time at a dock and there are lines of cars being driven off into sludge or mud.  It was dark brown to tar in texture and color.  Someone was off to the side yelling instructions, survival depended on this.  We were going to have to drive these vehicles off this road and into sludge, open the doors and climb on top or something.  It didn’t make sense, this stuff is thick, the cars sink under quickly.  How would we have the strength to  open the doors once we drove the cars in?  It was my turn, and I tried getting my bags and luggage into the front seat so I grab them when it was time to evacuate the car, a silver sedan… Hyundai.  I drove the car in, the windows were down, and it started filling in with this stuff very quickly, I had to let go of my belongings and crawl out the window.   We ended up on land, and on the other side was the building, I’m not sure if it was an island.

Inside was a hospital facility, nothing was unusual.  It felt like something was out of  place, I saw people rushing through hallways being told to exit out of the gym on the east side of the building.  There was two doors separating the inside from the rest of the indoor basketball court.  I looked through the window and saw on the other side of the court the west entrance being blocked by chains.  On the other side of the windows from the west entrance I saw zombies clawing at the door trying to get through.  These were like some mix between 28 Days Later Rage virus zombies and Walking Dead zombies.  In all this panic I tried getting people who were oblivious to the danger to get out of the building and meet on the east side.  I had to give up and run when, by this time the zombies had almost broken through the barriers.  Outside was the coast, burnt sand and blue water.  This is all I remember.