Type: Dream, CE4
Location: Los Angeles, CA, 90023
Time of Incidents: 8:00 am - 11:00am
Attempted Time of Sleep: 7:30am
State of Mind Before: Very Depressed, In Pain, Analytical (Me)/In Pain, Anxious (Aunt)
State of Mind After: Very, Very Depressed, bothered (Me)/Very Sad (Aunt)
Odd occurrences before: Insomnia, Anxiety, Kidney Issues, Wolfbrother
Odd occurrences after: Kidney Issues, Anxiety, PTSD
Dream 1
I was walking around the house at night making sure things were safe. It was very early in the morning before sunrise. While I was in the living room, I had door open since it was hot. I noticed something wrong, felt it. The wind began to pick up and I knew it was them. They were coming. The wind blew so very hard and the lights were there. I did my best to hold the door close and secure it.I ran to my aunt's room to see if she was okay. There was a being floating above here. It looked like a wide golden tiki mask. I told it to leave.
Lights were trying to target here and get a fix, through the window.
I ran to my grandmother's room to see if she was okay. The lights were trying to fix on here. wait she is dead....who is this in my room. Not my grandmother! I close the door. A fat brown dachshund is running scarred in the hallway toward my aunt. Fuzki was not fat, who are you? When I get yo the center of the hallway the lights intensify to my left through the backdoor my my comes in. From the living room, my evil aunt and some dog on a leash barges in. I yell "Get out of here" and I am furious they are here.
Dream 2
I am driving along the 605/210 area. We are following someone, are caravan of cars. They are going to the secret place. We missed it, we are off course again. The driver is trying to get back. Unable to turn around. Going to the wrong place. I am supposed to go with Wolfbrother, don't leave me again.
Dream 3
"There you go. All fixed", a nurse tells me. I was in for an eye exam, to adjust things. The others tell me to go put my clothes on. I am being made fun of by the other males nurses. I hate it here. They are so mean, they make fun of me for various reasons from being gay to not being enough of a man.
As I walk out I am told to see the receptionist. She is an older white woman, with faded blonde hair. She gives me some old fashioned candy and popcorn.
She tells me not to listen to those guys. I am a perfect gentleman, plus I am the only one that appreciates the old candy. I tell her that I miss the days of the old confectioneries, when candies were like jewels and they put more effort to it. When Saltwater Taffy was a thing. She was surprised of my knowledge and blushed. She didn't realize how old I really was, and was glad that I had such fond memories of the good ole days. She told me when she was younger she worked as a confectioner, and said "Thank you". She then escorted me out the door, but I was look for my Wolfbrother.
Dream 4
I arrive with my aunt at a house by the ocean. The house's den was on the lower side of the house on the shore. It was a cliff, the house was built in. The den was like an observation room, with a high pressure window that could withstand the waves. The high tide was coming in.
We haven't been here in ages, and I don't recall the family having an ocean house. My aunt says she has been here many times and doesn't like this room. They are going to take her away. I begin to comment on the poor location. The waves are not the issue but flotsam and creature thrown into the surf are. We are suddenly underwater. I close the window that was cracked open. We are moving no into the sea.
This is not a house after all. "They" are here above me.
(Dream 4 is more disturbing. My aunt has a nightmare. When she was little and they would go out to the beach, she would be place on an inner tube. In the dream she was in the inner tube, and she was slowly being taken out to sea by a being standing on the water. It told her "It is time to come with us again. Don't be afraid". How is it we had the same dream about an ocean and drifting off? Nothing would have referenced that for us...)
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