Sleep Talk Halloween Special

For the first time in the history of the Sleep Talk blog, I am going to document another person's dreams, my mothers.

In the year 1996, my mom and me were sitting on my bed talking and she decided to tell me of a series of nightmares that she had had several years earlier, before I was born. When she told me the dreams, I was so unnerved that I jolted out of my bed and left the room. Since that night, I have never forgotten them.

The series of nightmares occurred within a week in the year 1987. At the time, my father worked nights and my mom was home alone with my older sister, Kristen,  a newborn.

The following is told by my mother's perspective.


First Night

I'm lying in bed late at night. My husband is at work. I am alone. I hear the front door slam downstairs. Dream ends.

Second Night

I'm lying in bed late at night. My husband is at work. I am alone. I hear the front door slam downstairs. I hear footsteps trudging up the stairs toward my bedroom. Dream ends.

Third Night

I'm lying in bed late at night. My husband is at work. I am alone. I hear the front door slam downstairs. I turn over in my bed and through the darkness, see a man sitting on a stool in the corner of my room. I can't make out his face. I hear footsteps trudging up the stairs. I hear someone come into my room. He walks over to my bed. I turn over, look up and see a man standing by my bedside. He gets in bed with me. Dream ends.

Fourth Night

I'm lying in bed late at night. My husband is asleep next to me. I look and see a man standing in the doorway to the hall. Dream ends.

I wake up



On the fourth night, my mom was so startled from her dream, she woke up screaming. My dad calmed her. They then walked through the house and prayed over each room. After that night, the series of nightmares ended.

Happy Halloween From Sleep Talk

I Don't Feel Amused

Dream 6/19/2017

I'm at an amusement park. I decide to ride a giant roller coaster that takes its riders over a giant loop repeatedly. I sit in the seat and those riding with me tell me that I am too big for that seat, so I change seats. The ride begins. It is intense. Several times we are taken over the loop hundreds of feet above the earth.

When the ride is finished, my seat and my friend Jordan's seat starts to beep as if we've won. We did. I don't know how we won but we did. The ride starts shooting out tickets. Jordan walks away without grabbing his so I grab his instead.

When I exit the ride, I drop all of my tickets and tokens to the ground. People gather like vultures, trying to grab my tickets and tokens. I also dropped a bunch of candy bars that isn't mine. Jordan comes back over and picks up the candy bars. We walk over to the candy shop and return them to the right places.

I walk back out to the pile of tickets and tokens that I dropped. Still people are walking around pondering whether or not they will take the free stuff that was left on the ground. I walk over and start picking it up. I put it all in my pockets and get on my merry way. Dream ends.

I wake up.

Bus Station

Dream 3/5/2017

      My old biology teacher from high school walks me to a bus station. We are both taking a bus to parts unknown for reasons unknown. The bus station looks much like a Sam's Club. The seats of the bus are set up more like a roller coaster. My teacher walks to the bathroom while I check out the vending machine. The choices in the machine are odd. Usually you will get the offer of a bag of chips or a candy bar, in this machine they are offering entire boxes of granola bars and big bags of chips. Each selection is six dollars. I skip that.

     When my teacher returns, he tells me that bus riders are very nice but if you start acting like a jerk, they are vicious. The bus takes off. Dream ends.

I wake up.

Unschooled

Dream 2-3-14

I'm on a field trip. I don't see a teacher, only students. We stop at a mysterious building. The building doesn't have walls. Weaving in and out of the building is a small rollercoaster. The students and I climb on to the ride. The ride starts. We go around and around and have lots of fun. A friend of mine says, "look, it's Elvis." When the ride comes to a stop, we climb off and walk through the building. We find a wax figure of Elvis staring through a window to the outside.

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I'm running late to school today. I walk into the building and go to my locker. I grab my history book for class. I walk to Mr. Chaplins room. When I walk in, the teacher reminds me that I am missing two pieces of candy and a book that shows the comparisons of two countries. I can't remember the countries. I walk back out to the hallway. Back to my locker to get the right material. I find the book and the candy. On my way back to class I realize that I'm not wearing any pants. I grow stricken with anxiety. I grab the bag that I am holding and I look in it. At the bottom of the bag is a pair of jeans. I walk to the end of the hallway, sneaking past rooms where students can see me. I put on my pants. Although the pants are too big, I walk back to the classroom. Dream ends.

I wake up.