More Dreams
Apr. 14th, 2003 11:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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Actually, in this case, my dream was insignificant. (In real life,) I had gotten up early, done the usual on the computer, and got cold, so I went back to bed. This is because I knew better than to turn on the heat.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
blckwngdorcl and I work on different temperatures. I'm usually cold in the house, and he's very sensitive to being too hot. In fact, if it's too hot while he's sleeping, he'll literally sit bolt upright in bed, covered in sweat, about to throw up. So, when I'm awake and he's asleep, I'm usually freezing my ass off. Putting on clothes doesn't seem to help. So, what I usually do is go back to bed, get under the covers, and shamelessly steal his body heat. :)
So, anyway, I had just finished crawling in bed with him, and was still freezing, and was thinking that taking a long hot shower would warm me right up. So, I start drifting off to sleep, thinking about that. So, in my dreams, I'm taking a shower.fornorald was in the next room in my dream. He was sleeping, or something, and was upset about something, although I couldn't tell what, and I didn't know what to do about it. The shower part was actually very detailed, and I woke up feeling cleaner. I took a hot shower once I woke up, anyway, though. :)
Anyway, I'm in the process of this dream shower, and the phone rings. I ignore it, knowing full well that no one I wanted to talk to would call that fucking early. But, just as I'm getting up to check the caller ID to see who was so foolish, it rings again. I read off the name, which turns out to beblckwngdorcl's boss. He's sick, so blckwngdorcl has to go in to work. Like, NOW.
::sigh:: That boy will do anything to get out of helping me clean the house. Lucky for him, it's still clean from the last time, so I'm not freaking out about it. :)
But, as he's getting ready, he's telling me about the dream HE had. He says he hasn't remembered this dream until today, but he has the clear impression that he's had this dream several nights in a row now, and it's kept getting worse.
In his dream, America was being invaded. He, his dad, and some other people were running in the streets. He could hear their footsteps echoing. They knew they had to get out of Atlanta, something about it being a coastal city. He asked something about how this could be happening, and his dad (who was, in real life, a navy pilot in WWII) said that the only way they could be hitting us this hard was if they'd stored up and saved and hidden weapons and such for the past 30 years. They went into a sporting goods store to get supplies and/or weapons. It was calm, business-as-usual in the store, even though all hell was breaking loose just outside. He says he thinks there was something more, something important, but that the phone call woke him up before it got to it in the dream.
My husband, known by his coven and others as the Oracle (hence his LJ name, which is also his AIM name) having a dream like this is disturbing, to say the least. He had a dream about people dying about a week before 9/11 (actually, it was less obvious than that, but 20/20 hindsight...), and there was a time he dreamed about driving a truck full of explosives into a building, and then saw it on the news the next day. Among other things. Anyway, I'm trying to think of other explanations for the dream, 'cause I don't like the obvious one. The fact that his dad is in it, and he's having issues with his parents, and the remark about 30 years (blckwndgorcl's 33, and went to live with his parents when he was 2) makes me wonder (hope!) there's a connection there. But I don't know.
Has anyone else been having dreams/visions/whatever like this? Any thoughts?
Actually, in this case, my dream was insignificant. (In real life,) I had gotten up early, done the usual on the computer, and got cold, so I went back to bed. This is because I knew better than to turn on the heat.
blckwngdorcl and I work on different temperatures. I'm usually cold in the house, and he's very sensitive to being too hot. In fact, if it's too hot while he's sleeping, he'll literally sit bolt upright in bed, covered in sweat, about to throw up. So, when I'm awake and he's asleep, I'm usually freezing my ass off. Putting on clothes doesn't seem to help. So, what I usually do is go back to bed, get under the covers, and shamelessly steal his body heat. :)So, anyway, I had just finished crawling in bed with him, and was still freezing, and was thinking that taking a long hot shower would warm me right up. So, I start drifting off to sleep, thinking about that. So, in my dreams, I'm taking a shower.
fornorald was in the next room in my dream. He was sleeping, or something, and was upset about something, although I couldn't tell what, and I didn't know what to do about it. The shower part was actually very detailed, and I woke up feeling cleaner. I took a hot shower once I woke up, anyway, though. :) Anyway, I'm in the process of this dream shower, and the phone rings. I ignore it, knowing full well that no one I wanted to talk to would call that fucking early. But, just as I'm getting up to check the caller ID to see who was so foolish, it rings again. I read off the name, which turns out to be
blckwngdorcl's boss. He's sick, so blckwngdorcl has to go in to work. Like, NOW. ::sigh:: That boy will do anything to get out of helping me clean the house. Lucky for him, it's still clean from the last time, so I'm not freaking out about it. :)
But, as he's getting ready, he's telling me about the dream HE had. He says he hasn't remembered this dream until today, but he has the clear impression that he's had this dream several nights in a row now, and it's kept getting worse.
In his dream, America was being invaded. He, his dad, and some other people were running in the streets. He could hear their footsteps echoing. They knew they had to get out of Atlanta, something about it being a coastal city. He asked something about how this could be happening, and his dad (who was, in real life, a navy pilot in WWII) said that the only way they could be hitting us this hard was if they'd stored up and saved and hidden weapons and such for the past 30 years. They went into a sporting goods store to get supplies and/or weapons. It was calm, business-as-usual in the store, even though all hell was breaking loose just outside. He says he thinks there was something more, something important, but that the phone call woke him up before it got to it in the dream.
My husband, known by his coven and others as the Oracle (hence his LJ name, which is also his AIM name) having a dream like this is disturbing, to say the least. He had a dream about people dying about a week before 9/11 (actually, it was less obvious than that, but 20/20 hindsight...), and there was a time he dreamed about driving a truck full of explosives into a building, and then saw it on the news the next day. Among other things. Anyway, I'm trying to think of other explanations for the dream, 'cause I don't like the obvious one. The fact that his dad is in it, and he's having issues with his parents, and the remark about 30 years (
blckwndgorcl's 33, and went to live with his parents when he was 2) makes me wonder (hope!) there's a connection there. But I don't know.Has anyone else been having dreams/visions/whatever like this? Any thoughts?
