I was me, my real age, and talking to my mom, who was worried about a pet frog that I had in the dream [one like the tiny ones that my cousin and I used to catch all the time in the late 70s/early 80s and have not seen since]. We had a vet examine the frog, and the vet said that there were many tiny holes in one of the frog’s tiny front feet that were not able to be seen without a microscope, and wasn’t in good health. So I said that maybe the frog would be happier/healthier if we let it go in a nearby pond. The pond was man-made, which wasn’t ideal, but it may be better for the frog than keeping it in captivity.
Then I came across a very large fish, flopping about on the street. I rushed to pour my bottle of water over it, and dug as much of a hole in what was now sand as I could to pour water in and make a small puddle that the fish could at least stick its head and gills in. I came back as soon as I could with the plastic bathtub my mother used to bathe me in as a baby, and put the fish in it. It wasn’t really big enough for the fish, some of its tail was still flopping out, but it would do for a short while to let the fish breathe. [I remember feeling that unlike all the other fish I endanger in nightmares with not enough water, at least this one wasn’t my fault- I didn’t own this fish and put it in danger in the first place.]
I thought I could put both the frog and the fish in this pond. We let the frog out first, and I was worried, because instead of hopping into the water, it was hopping away from the pond. I tried to make it go back. Then, Tadpole [not a real tadpole, my daughter I call Tadpole here, although I am laughing now even though these dreams were sad and scary thinking about the obvious symbolism of frogs in peril when I call my husband Frog and my daughters Frogette and Tadpole on 43 things] fell into the pond. Which I found out, as I jumped in the water immediately after her, was very deep.
As Tadpole sunk to the bottom of the pond, I was terrified. The bottom of the water was very murky, I couldn’t see her clearly, and I knew I couldn’t dive that low to get to the bottom. Fortunately, she started to kick her legs and swim upward before I even had the chance to scream out for help. I was able to swim down somewhat and grab her as she came up towards me.
I woke up from this dream, but was able to fall asleep after a while, and then I had another bad dream. I was [now not my real age, much younger as I often am in dreams, good or bad] 20 years younger and getting married that day, but as I looked in my closet for a pretty dress to wear, I realized I didn’t have anything suitable. My mother was upset with me that I didn’t have anything nice to wear- she and my grandmother were very dressed up, and it would have looked bad if I wasn’t, so I went to a nearby mall to find a dress. I couldn’t find a store with fancy dresses at first, and when I finally did find one, the sizing of the dresses they had were all different, so it was hard to know which dress I should even take to try on. All the dresses were mixed up- there were a lot of casual ones mixed in with the fancy ones, and no store clerk was free to help me. Then I looked at my watch, and I saw that it was time for my wedding to start. I was late to my own wedding, and I knew my family would be furious at me. [Hah- funny that I wasn’t at all worried about the groom, just my parents and family.] 2 weeks ago