Seriously, I’m convinced my migraine med, Treximet, affects my dreams. I know it makes me feel loopy lately, but last night I had one of my random bizarre dreams. I would attempt to go online and analyze it, but I wouldn’t know where to begin....
The dream started with Sam and I driving down a street in a small town, some place warm. We were on our way to grab lunch. As we were driving, I noticed I could see the ocean to my right and realized we were in California. So instead of searching for a lunch place, my hubby parked and said we would take a walk on the beach or a quick swim. I had no argument with this idea. And we thought it would be cool to take pics and post them to FB to brag about being someplace warm. (Yes – apparently in my sleep I’m thinking about bragging – I’ve got issues, lol).
So we walked onto the beach which was REALLY crowded. I thought I saw my friend Lori and her twin, but was thinking ‘This is California, it’s all the way on the West Coast – why would she be on the one beach we just happened upon?’ so I dismissed it.
Sam and I decided to take a swim (because, yeah, suddenly we were in swimsuits? I dunno). As we were swimming out into the water and enjoying the feel of being weightless, we noticed we were drifting pretty fast. We were in a riptide with lots and lots of other people, mostly older people though. Suddenly we were being drifted under a bridge that I couldn’t see to the other side. I said to Sam ‘This isn’t right. We need to get back to the beach, we won’t know where we parked if it takes us too far away.’ He simply replied with ‘Ohhh you worry too much, we’ll be fine.’ Then before it occurred to me, Sam realized that this bridge and current was sweeping us toward our death. Sam asked the two old people in front of us why would they chose to go out of this world like this. The older guy responded that his wife had terminal cancer and he had a very bad heart and it was better for them to go together on their own terms.
By this time, I caught on where we were headed. Sam says ‘Oh Hell no – c’mon’ and pulls me toward the side of the tunnel. I start arguing that I can touch the sand under water and we can still get ourselves back to the beach where we entered the water if we just go slow. Sam, being bull-headed once again, shoots down my solution saying he saw a door and can get us out much quicker. Of course, I cave and go with him.
Next thing I know we are dry and walking through a door. We realized at that point we were in a prison, but not just any prison. It’s sort of a concentration camp type place, where they bring people who chose to end their life, but tried to escape at the last minute – and of course put them to death. How? I have no clue. That part was irrelevant to my dream.
We heard footsteps echoing down the hall to our left, so we jumped into a broom/laundry closet nearby that had the door ajar. As I hear the footsteps coming directly towards us, I spot a maintenance worker uniform hanging in the back and quickly put it on. Sam hides under piles of laundry. Suddenly a guy comes over and opens the door to look in. Its obvious he is a guard. He tells me there is a mess to clean up in the ladies room down the East Wing. I just nod and he walks away. I told Sam to stay put until I can make sure the coast is clear. As I find my way down what I can only assume was the East Wing, I look back and signal Sam to follow. I walked into the restroom first and notice two other people are inside, but one stall is open. I quickly rush Sam in and decided to wait until I hear them both leave. One woman leaves, but the other is taking her time. Now suddenly Sam isn’t Sam, but some other woman who is attempting to escape the death prison. LOL – I don’t know what else to call it.
She’s about a foot taller than me and I’m worried that they will see her head above the stall so I tell her to crouch down on the toilet. After I hear the other lady flush I waited a few minutes and came out. Turns out she was still at the sink area fixing her hair. Luckily, she doesn’t question who I am. Someone else walks in and heads for the stall where my escape partner is still crouching on the toilet. I quickly jumped over and said ‘Sorry this one’s out of commission.’ The other lady says that they need me to go remove all the excess boxes from the dock area. Once again I nod to acknowledge her. For some reason in my dreams nodding is my only form of communication. As if speaking actual words would only give me away. This happens a lot.
My escape partner and I make our way down yet another long hallway to the docks. We spot boxes and boxes just thrown about. She quickly finds one large enough to hide in, but I’m stuck with little boxes as my cover. Suddenly I find myself having a MAJOR panic attack. And then I realize that I’m no longer a part of this fiasco, but I’m watching a trailer for a movie called Night at the Museum. Except it wasn’t the movie that’s already out with that name, but an action film where two people are stuck in a museum that acts as a cover for an under-ground death camp. Ugh.
That’s the point I finally wake up. My son, who came into our room in the middle of the night, is now kicking me. I’m relieved. But its only 2:30 a.m. and I’m wide awake still trying to calm down.
And….THAT… is the kind of weirdness I experience in my dreams. Like I said , I wouldn’t even begin to know how to analyze that dream. Is it about fearing death? Losing control? Rescuing someone? Feeling like speaking is tabu? LOL – I’ll just chalk that up to migraine meds and life in general.
I will say that Sam and I argued over stupid stuff before I went to bed. He’s always saying I speak like he’s an idiot, yet I constantly feel the SAME way from him. Even last night I sucked it up to say “I’m sorry I didn’t realize that’s how it came across”. And instead of accepting my apology he threw it back in my face, extremely bitter, saying “Of Couse Not!” MEN!! Yep. Bad night. Bad dreams.
10:48 a.m. - 2015-02-25
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