Dream Journal, July 19th

I plan to keep this one short and sweet, because it was a disturbing dream. It was one of those dreams that I have to process for a while after I wake up, assuring myself "that was just a dream. It didn't really happen. Your life isn't actually that bad."

For the most part, my dream life is a combination of fun and just-plain-weird. I get to have a lot of flying dreams, which are my favorite. I have strange dreams that are hard to interpret on a fairly regular basis. But, from time to time, I do have dreams that scare me, make me sad, or frighten the pants off of me.

Last night's dream -- my mom, dad, and sister were all killed in a house fire in my childhood home.  I wasn't there at the time so I was fine, but this left me the only remaining living member of my family. For the rest of the dream, I was sad and cried an awful lot. Whenever I was around a group of people, someone would remind everyone else not to talk to me or bother me because I'd just been through a terrible tragedy.

I had a second variation of this same dream where the house fire killed my dad and my sister but my mom came out alive. I still cried a lot but tried to keep her close, within sight line, so that I could always verify that she was still alive. I tried to get her to stay in the same room with me when I took a shower.

Dream #2 -- I'm with a group of people and we are being herded onto a boat, but not in normal fashion.  The first part of getting onto the boat involves running down to a floating dock and hopping on. The second part of the boat involves a human-sized catapult that slings a group of people through the air and onto the boat.

I couldn't make this stuff up if I tried.