I love you.
I really do!
Let me dive head-first into this dream because it's one of the few that have actually upset me.
I'm outside of my home, don't know why. It's still light, meaning I probably just got home from work. I don't have Wahya (my dog) with me. In fact, he's not around.
I'm just starting up the first steps when a truck pulls up and three men hop out. Of course my immediate action is panic and I sprint up the stairs into the house. I'm mere moments from getting the glass sliding door shut when one of the men yanks it open. He is tall and has blond hair.
To be honest the blond-haired guy is the soldier from the House, M.D. episode 'Moving the Chains'. I don't know why. The guy in the episode certainly isn't a bad person.
Anyway, I cautiously back up as the men enter. Blondie is the obvious leader, judging by the nervous looks shot my way by both the lackeys.
"Give me your guns." He says, eyes flashing in demand.
I frown as the other two unenthusiastically echo his chorus.
"I don't have any guns." I reply, hoping to smoothly lie.
"You can't fool me that easily. You live here in the middle of nowhere and don't have guns? Bullshit."
Lackey #2 plops down on the couch, "Look lady, we just need all your guns and that's it. We'll leave. Right?"
Although the 'right' wasn't directed at me. It was directed at leader-man.
"Right." Leader-man assuages.
I, of course, stifle a laugh. "Are you joking me? You know he's going to kill me right? As soon as he gets the guns he'll take me out. I know what you all look like. I know enough to probably get you caught."
Lackey #1 tenses, "You didn't say nothin' 'bout killin'."
Leader-man whirls on his lackeys, "Listen here, you little chickenshits. We're all in this together."
Lackey argues back, "You didn't say we'd have 'ta kill nobody."
While leader-man and lackey are arguing, I quickly grab a knife out of the block sitting on the counter.
"Okay assholes, this ends now. I don't know what your game is or who you are, but I'm not putting up with this. You all obviously have some issues that need to be resolved among yourselves. I'm not giving you any guns, and I'm not particularly threatened since you are all unarmed. My boyfriend will be home soon and he definitely will not take kindly to you threatening his pregnant girlfriend. My suggestion is for you to leave. Now."
Leader-man laughs, "If you think you can take us all, you're sorely mistaken."
Lackey #1 drops down next to #2, "I ain't 'bout to help ya' kill."
Lackey #2 agrees immediately, "Me neither."
As leader-man become enraged I lunge at him, stabbing him in the chest with....a pair of scissors? He falls to the ground gaping over the fact he just got stabbed. His lackeys gape over the fact he was taken down. I gape over the fact I just stabbed someone.
*Now, it should be duly noted that none of this scared/upset/angered me. Nothing listed so far was the reason I considered this a bad pregnancy dream. No, that would be this:
Leader-man, clutching his chest, rushes at me. I draw back my knife and catch him in the neck. Blood spurts at me in a wave and to my horror the man turns into my dog, Wahya. Wahya gives me a horrified, pained, and terrorized look before whining pitifully.
*This is where my dream turned to shit. It ended because I jerked awake and started to cry. Of course, Tyler was half-asleep, half-worried. I just cuddled into him and then snuggled into the very much alive Wahya.
Pregnancy is very much not my friend at this moment. That dream sucked.
Also, how much of a psychopath am I? I mean, what's with all the brutality in my dreams lately....?
I mean seriously.
It's not like I've never had bad dreams before. I've had a few here and there. The thing is, nightmares that terrify most people don't scare me. I don't know why. It's actually funny because you pretty much have to trick me into watching a scary movie and I get sketched out pretty easily.
One of the nightmares I remember from childhood is completely stupid, yet scared the crap out of me. In fact, if I think about it hard enough it still give me shivers.
Here's the equation:
Take this:
Change him to this color:
Add these type of eyes:
And make him talk like how you'd expect this to sound:
That literally is the whole nightmare. A demonic Sonic the Hedgehog talking to me.
It was so bad that I cried loud enough to wake my mom up...all the way across the house.
Another thing about me. Do you you know the recurring nightmare thing? Where you have a nightmare that never completely goes away? You can dream about it one night and then again a month later? That kind of thing?
Well, I've only had one of those in my life. I wake up crying every single time. I first had the dream sometime last year, but I've had it at least 4 times since.
It's a simple dream. I'm holding my child's hand (it doesn't imply MY child, but I just know it is). Sometimes the child is a girl, sometimes a boy. It's always the same theme though. I'll be walking through a mall or park and suddenly the small hand in my own is gone. I panic but the child is gone. The terror and devastation is amazing during this dream.
The first time I had this dream, Tyler had to shake me awake because I was moaning sadly in my sleep and crying.
Man, I'd just love to know what a shrink would say about that. Probably something along the lines of "You have abandonment issues", "You're afraid of motherly commitment".
So, I rarely have dreams that hurt me, but when I do, man are they craptastic.
Adios questers!
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