Since I was a little girl I have always had nightmares and recurring dreams. I remember being very little and having the same dream night after night. I was on a cliff with a cave entrance behind me and looking up at a pterodactyl flying right at me. I had my mouth open to scream but no noise would come out. I still remember waking up and not being scared, but wondering why I kept having the same dream. As an adult my recurring dreams have become even worse. Normally I am being chased and I am scared for my life and I often end up dead at the end. I remember one very vivid dream where I was shot in the head at close range. Sometimes I wake up scared or think someone is in the house but I quickly realize that it was a dream and drift back off to sleep.
Last night I had a dream that seemed to go on forever. I was at my parent’s house in the bedroom I slept in when we first bought the house. I looked out the window and saw two small boys around 10-years old peering into the backyard. The fence wasn’t a fence but instead a short concrete wall that a car had recently driven through. I opened the window and yelled at them to leave and I headed to the back door to figure out what had driven through it. I met up with my brother outside (we were not young or teenagers in the dream, we were our current ages) and the backyard was not my parents backyard. Quick aside – I have always hated that about my dreams, you know where you are but it looks nothing like it actually does or did – aside over. In front of us was an in ground pool and behind that the concrete wall which was demolished. We looked at each other and I said, “If a car drove through there it had no where to go but the pool.” My brother walked around to the right of the pool and I headed left and we realized at the same time that there was indeed a car at the bottom of the pool.
Here’s where the dream really goes to crazy town. My brother suddenly realizes that the driver is still in the car and when I get close enough I realize the person is clearly dead. I run inside to call 911 and I get a recording that a call has already been made for assistance at this location but if I have any details about the crime to call a different number. I run back outside and tell my brother that if the cops knew about the dead body in the pool then they should have been here by now and should be working on getting the person out of the pool. Suddenly people started showing up to pay their respects. They said they were her co-workers and I began to cry because I knew if it was my loved one in that car that I would want to know. I have no idea how her co-workers knew where she was but her family didn’t. I would love to know the meaning behind it. I think I just watch too many horror shows and movies and have too much stress in my life that manifests in this bizarre way. What do you think?
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