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I often dream about people trying to kill me in a genocide. Exterminating a race of people I belong too. Like the Holocaust. Selection and so on.. it’s frightening.

I dreamed last night that I was trying to cross the border through Iraq.

I also dreamed that I went to Mexico and the seas were littered, and there was a little grey, statue like, but alive , Buddha smoking a joint with a bigger Buddha patting his back like he were burping him. The smaller Buddha coughed out smoked and wheezed on the Mexican shore.

I was out on a boat with friends. We were celebrating freedom and breaking our barriers, running away from every day life, much like the mom in the dream before.

It was night time and my friends and I all smoked a joint, and they began jumping off the side of the boat into the moon reflected, calm water of the ocean.

Down below there were small rowboats with gorgeous men on them waiting for us. My friends each choose a boat and climbed on with a man. They were lovely tanned, dark, Italian looking men with long, shoulder length, brown, wavy hair and bit brown eyes. They looked suave, but were sort of rough around the edges, and sexy, ready to run away with us and start anew.

My friends and the men sat in the boats below beckoning me to jump in. But I was scared to jump in, I yelled down “I’ll sink!”. They reassured me and I dived into the depths..

and sank right to the bottom of the deep, deep sea.

In my dream I was waiting with a little boy at the day camp I work at for his mother. He told me his mother had run away to Nepal. His dad showed up, who has left the family a long time ago and might hurt him.I held the boy in my arms keeping him away from the man. My bosses and the man tried to rip him away and wouldn’t let me explain that this man wasn’t part the of the family.

In the next part of the dream I went traveling to find his mother. She was getting into new countries by marrying over and over. And I couldn’t bring her back.

In my dream I was attending and contributing to an all day event. It was a market. There were rows of vegetables you could pick yourself, and lots of tables run by villagers. There were lovely cherry pies with golden, criss cross tops, BREADS (homeade breads appear so frequently in my dreams lately), and other goodies. Agian I was on some sort of drug and was trying to walk around and buy things but I had lost all cordination. There was a very scary, colorful, poisen looking spider running through all the stands and I was running around trying to catch it.

I keep having drug dreams even though I don’t do drugs.
I had one the other day where I was suppositely on E, and all my functions were messed up. I felt like I was floating, had blackouts in my sight, and I was seeing things. I love those dreams though, I feel so lovely, and light and the whole thing feels so magical..

Other dreams lately are my mom going crazy and getting angry. It’s always her, it’s odd.

Last night I had some bizarre dream that my mother was infected by some sort of madness that made her believe in the teachings of some outside cult. I don’t quite understand why but we believed it came from mosquitoes. We were living at my dads house in the country, with a community of “spiritual” people- so like a commune I guess. I really liked that, it was a healthy and good natured community.

I was outside when I heard my mother yell. She was delusional, an absolute lunatic from her illness. She thought we were plotting to kill her, and now was trying to kill us.. She took the hot and cold stickers off the taps and other dopey things haha.

It gets blurry here. But she died. I was heart broken, sobing, it was so intense. I ran outside and the community was sitting on my neighbors lawn meditating. The elder/guru was sitting in front. He wore robes and had a shaven head and small Gandhi-like glasses. Beside him there was a curved iron pole with a beautiful, perfectly round, polished rock hanging from it with a few sticks of incense burning next to it.

I announced the tragedy to the group. The elder comforted me in a calm and wise way, he pointed me towards her old, empty pillow. I went to it and carefully opened it. Inside were 2 pieces of her clothing meant for family in times like these. These were her last possessions left (she had burned the rest in a sort of offering to this cult that she had believed in during her sickness), the money was offered to this cult as well. There was also an old picture of her. It was thumbnail size, she was about 20 with dirty blonde hair, and underneath ,”Lynn-Dee”, was written. This may have been her real or spiritual name that the community had given her. These pillow contents were a real comfort.

When I woke up I felt like my pillow was hands holding my head and I had a sore, tightness in my throught that I thought was from being so upset at first, but once really waking up realized it was from my chest cold..

It was a really odd, sad, scary dream.

Does anyone else have dreams about their parents or other loved ones dying? These are pretty frequent for me at times.

I’ve been happy dreams the last few nights. Dreams of wagons full of fresh baked breads that my mom made. Loafs of all shapes and sizes, of all kinds, onion, poppy seed, and seaseme, all individually wrapped. Just beautiful. I love bread :) I think it may have been Christmas baking.

Then last night dreams of little kittens. One little black guy slept on my chest. He felt so warm, and soft, and comforting.

When my alarm went off at 6:30am it was set to music, I woke up instantly to the stroke of a harp on CBC radio classical music. I hadn’t gotten much sleep that night but what I did get was quite nice.

A team in which members share their dreams as often as they would like and read of other peoples dreams.

I often have odd dreams and I’d like to share them, but a lot of them feel too out there to share with good friends or family (scared of judgment!) so I thought an online community would be a good place to share. I also LOVE to hear about what people dream! Probably because a good dream is really just a great story!

So lets get some people together and share!

I also blog most of my dreams at www.angrygiraffe.blogspot.com