Harsh night, bad sleep.
I dont remember going to bed at all, and I wasnt drunk. I just woke up with a start at 2:00am with the bedroom lights on, the TV still on out in the living room, and Morgan beside me on the bed. I was terribly confused and something was wrong. Very, very wrong. Somewhere.
I got out of bed to come out to the living room to turn off the lights and the tv, and the more minutes that I was awake, the stronger the wrong feeling became. I almost started to feel panic over it, but it had no base.
I tried to go back to bed. No luck. No sleep. I got up and got a bottle of water from the fridge, came back in and re-arranged the bedding, making it fresh and tight again. So awake. So concerned about something.
2:30, 3:00, 3:30, . I think I finally fell back asleep sometime around 4:00, and its now 5:20. Ive been awake for 20 minutes and that last dream was intense.
Temporarily living in an apartment hotel that existed just up the street, ground floor. I heard a man approaching with a shopping cart out in the parkinglot which the ground floor front door of the suite opened up on to. I quietly walked up to the door and pressed my face against it, peering out through the peephole to watch him.
He was an older man, moustache, obviously a street person, and he left his cart and walked up towards the walkway leading past our door. He stopped quietly outside our door. I watched. The vision of him just a shoulder now.
Door knob turning. Locked. I am watching, holding my breath as he puts his face up to the peephole, pressing his forehead against the door, and what I see is at first his eye growing close and huge and then just black as it blots out the light.
I am suddenly aware that with his head pressed up against the door less than an inch away from my own, that I can hear his shallow breathing. The door is working as some sort of amplifier with the bone of his skull.
That means he can probably hear mine.
I try to hold my breath, which only makes the need to breathe even stronger. He doesnt go away or even back up.
I froze there for a while, then slammed my open hand onto the door in an attempt to scare him, and yelling with my voice falsly deep, I scream something about coming out there to kick his ass.
Suddenly there are two of them out there. The old man and a younger, bigger guy. They are now just patiently waiting for me to come out and commence this supposed ass-kicking.
R and I ran around inside the hotel flat locking the flimsy little plastic latches of the open windows. We were getting ready for work, but now we were afraid.
Blank then dream changing perhaps due to the shock suddenly of realizing that I was actually in this suite with she-who-used-to-be, and we were getting along.
There was something about pomegranates, a quote from the bible that was important.
But we were so close in this dream. The Love was so real, so strong, at one point we simply stood and I looked into her eyes and they were SO her eyes and I laughed because we were going to hug. Her best friend was there suddenly, saying
whoa, what is up with you two all of a sudden?
Meaning this was very strange behavior for us because we hadnt even spoken yet, yet here we were and it was Love like it used to be.
I dont know I smiled.
I dont know.
That was a strong one. A hard hitting dream because of its feeling of reality, and now I have to find out if there are biblical quotes involving pomegranates, because that part was the hint the message.
Why did that have to be so real?? Man I hate emotional dream hangovers.
I dont remember going to bed at all, and I wasnt drunk. I just woke up with a start at 2:00am with the bedroom lights on, the TV still on out in the living room, and Morgan beside me on the bed. I was terribly confused and something was wrong. Very, very wrong. Somewhere.
I got out of bed to come out to the living room to turn off the lights and the tv, and the more minutes that I was awake, the stronger the wrong feeling became. I almost started to feel panic over it, but it had no base.
I tried to go back to bed. No luck. No sleep. I got up and got a bottle of water from the fridge, came back in and re-arranged the bedding, making it fresh and tight again. So awake. So concerned about something.
2:30, 3:00, 3:30, . I think I finally fell back asleep sometime around 4:00, and its now 5:20. Ive been awake for 20 minutes and that last dream was intense.
Temporarily living in an apartment hotel that existed just up the street, ground floor. I heard a man approaching with a shopping cart out in the parkinglot which the ground floor front door of the suite opened up on to. I quietly walked up to the door and pressed my face against it, peering out through the peephole to watch him.
He was an older man, moustache, obviously a street person, and he left his cart and walked up towards the walkway leading past our door. He stopped quietly outside our door. I watched. The vision of him just a shoulder now.
Door knob turning. Locked. I am watching, holding my breath as he puts his face up to the peephole, pressing his forehead against the door, and what I see is at first his eye growing close and huge and then just black as it blots out the light.
I am suddenly aware that with his head pressed up against the door less than an inch away from my own, that I can hear his shallow breathing. The door is working as some sort of amplifier with the bone of his skull.
That means he can probably hear mine.
I try to hold my breath, which only makes the need to breathe even stronger. He doesnt go away or even back up.
I froze there for a while, then slammed my open hand onto the door in an attempt to scare him, and yelling with my voice falsly deep, I scream something about coming out there to kick his ass.
Suddenly there are two of them out there. The old man and a younger, bigger guy. They are now just patiently waiting for me to come out and commence this supposed ass-kicking.
R and I ran around inside the hotel flat locking the flimsy little plastic latches of the open windows. We were getting ready for work, but now we were afraid.
Blank then dream changing perhaps due to the shock suddenly of realizing that I was actually in this suite with she-who-used-to-be, and we were getting along.
There was something about pomegranates, a quote from the bible that was important.
But we were so close in this dream. The Love was so real, so strong, at one point we simply stood and I looked into her eyes and they were SO her eyes and I laughed because we were going to hug. Her best friend was there suddenly, saying
whoa, what is up with you two all of a sudden?
Meaning this was very strange behavior for us because we hadnt even spoken yet, yet here we were and it was Love like it used to be.
I dont know I smiled.
I dont know.
That was a strong one. A hard hitting dream because of its feeling of reality, and now I have to find out if there are biblical quotes involving pomegranates, because that part was the hint the message.
Why did that have to be so real?? Man I hate emotional dream hangovers.
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Maybe your dream was about an herbal abortion.
Ive also had one of those retarded nights where I slept like crap and when I finally fall asleep the phone rings and Im so brain dead, I wake up and run around and pick my shoe up and yell hello into it and realise that its not the phone.
I honestly dont know if I was on glue or what plus my drunkenness when I wrote last nights entry. Oh man what a night.