Foo

Dream 9/23/2017

My mom's dad just came back into her life. He is very tall. Standing next to him, I feel like a leprechaun. I drive around in my grandma and aunt's neighborhood but get lost. I try to keep driving to see if anything rings a bell as to where I am and how to get back. My mom calls. I tell her I am lost.

We go to a festival where the Foo Fighters are performing. They are playing under a pavilion. Dave Grohl is standing only fifty feet away.

I'm hanging out with my cousins at my aunt's house. We are all crowded around a TV watching a Foo Fighters/Marilyn Manson concert (at times it is Foo Fighters and other times it is Manson.) I don't feel like I belong in this group. There is an invisible wall that keeps me from connecting with my own family. While the others watch TV, I roam around the house and realize that this house is identical to mine. I tell the others, "hey, you guys have the exact same house as mine. Even all of your furniture is the same." I start pointing out the similarities.

My aunt and mom return home. I walk outside to greet them but two little puppy's escape the house. All of us chase the puppy's around the driveway trying to catch them. Dream ends.

I wake up

Ceiling Fan

A Nightmare From My Past

We live in an apartment complex, my mom and I. One night, I find our ceiling fan is on fire. I grab a fire extinguisher and shoot it toward the flames. The fire grows bigger. I run out of the apartment and tell my mom but then realize that I left my cat, Rupert, and my black lab pup inside. I run back into the apartment. By this time, the walls are on fire. I grab my cat. I grab my pup. I run out of there as fast as I can.

Since our apartment is destroyed, my mom and I sleep out in the lobby. One night while sleeping in the lobby, a demon comes walking in the door. We fight it off until he leaves. Then, another demon comes through another door. We fight it until it leaves. A man that is in the lobby at this time tells us that he has heard of people having this experience before. He himself has had it. "The solution that worked for him," he says, "is to approach the demon and shout your child's name."

Several more demons attack us but we do as the man suggested. We fight off every one of them. Dream ends.

I wake up 

Without a Name

Dream 1-28-14

I am in my old house in Middletown, Indiana. It's a small one story home on two beautiful acres of countryside. This is the house in which I grew up.

Today we got a puppy. He is white with black spots all over. He doesn't have a name. Somebody leaves open the door to the outside. The puppy gets out. We all run to search for him. It is winter so snow is covering the ground. I grab my bicycle and start down the country road. The snow has an effect on my tires and slows me down. However, I make it into town. The town is so far away from my house that first of all I don't know how I made it here and secondly I know the dog didn't come this far, but never-the-less I start calling his name, which I don't know. 

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I am now at my sisters house in Jeffersonville, Indiana. I walk into the house to find my family dead but somewhat still alive. It's confusing. A little doll named Chucky starts to chase me. I run out of the house. I run down the block to the rich guys house but he's too busy flying his private airplane. I run back to my sisters house and suddenly I'm more concerned about finding the lost dog with no name than running from a killer doll. I walk the streets calling his name which once again, I don't know. Dream ends.

I wake up.