Im reminded of two dreams that I had back in 1992. I had this dream book that I had been reading and it said that if you ask yourself a question before you go to sleep, you will dream the answer. So I decided to try it. I asked my question over and over before I went to sleep and I dreamed a dream. So I wanted to experiment further to make sure that the dream was the answer to my question and not just a regular dream that I might have. So the next night I asked the same question again, and I had a similar dream so I thought it must be the answer to the question. At the time of the dream I was living with my mom and my step-father. My step-father was the kind of guy who thought it should be his way or no way at all. He was very controlling and disrespectful to my mom. He didn’t allow her to make choices probably because he thought he should be the head of the house. It would seem he was more into having a slave than a wife. I was not very happy living in that environment. At that time I also had a boyfriend who was Jewish and he liked to come over to my house (even though I wasn’t supposed to have him over when my mom and step-father weren’t there), but he never wanted to take me out on a date or anything. He said that it was because he was afraid of public places, but I didn’t believe him. The other thing that was happening at that time was that my uncle was dying of pancreatic cancer, and I wasn’t sure how I should feel about that. So my question that I asked was, What should I do about Mike (my step-father at the time who was a controlling weirdo) and what should I do about Mike (my boyfriend at the time who was a liar). So here is the 1st dream that I had: I dreamed that I was at a grassy park with a big hill in the middle. I was at the bottom of the hill and my boyfriend at the time was at the top of the hill. He had the back of his shirt pulled up over his head covering most of his hair. He was doing somersaults and trying not to get any dirt on his hair, however little pieces of dirt got on his hair anyway. I was still at the bottom of the hill and I looked around and saw everyone was also doing somersaults around the park. So I decided that I too would do somersaults, but as I started to do them, my grandpa (my dad’s dad) got mad at me. So I stopped and we made up. As I hugged him I accidentally scratched his back with my fingernail and it bled. He got mad at me again. After this, I walked across the park to a street. A crowd of people was standing on either side of the street. In the middle of the street and to the right of me there was a group of children playing. To the left of me, in the middle of the street, there was a little boy wearing black, riding a black tricycle. A man beside me said, “The first time the horn blew, the children didn’t get out of the way.” I heard a horn or siren blow once. Suddenly, German fighter planes came flying overhead and they dropped white bullet shaped bombs. As the bombs fell, the group of children barely got out of the way, but the little boy wearing black and riding the black tricycle didn’t get out of the way. A bomb hit him, and as it hit him and fell to the ground, he, and his tricycle disappeared. When all the bombs hit the ground, they did not explode, but white smoke came out the back of them. The man beside me said, “The second time the horn blew, the children did get out of the way.” And I heard the horn blow twice. To my right, the group of children was again playing in the middle of the street and to my left was the little boy wearing black and riding a black tricycle. The German fighter planes came flying overhead again and they dropped the white, bullet-shaped bombs. As the bombs fell, the group of children got out of the way, but the little boy wearing black and riding the black tricycle did not. And as the bomb hit him, he and his tricycle disappeared. And as the bombs hit the ground, again they did not explode, but white smoke came out that back. After this, I walked across the street. In front of me were two sidewalks that went up a hill. The sidewalks were separated by a chain-link fence. The sidewalk on the left hand side was the German sidewalk. Crowds of people were walking up and down this sidewalk interspersed with Nazi guards. The right hand sidewalk was the American sidewalk. Nobody was walking on that sidewalk. To the right of the American sidewalk, there was gate guarded by a Nazi guard. I looked at the crowd behind me and a Jewish woman came out. She was wearing a black dress with white at the bottom with a little design. I said, “What are you doing?” And she said, “I have to find my husband! I have to find my husband!”. And she ran up the left hand sidewalk with everyone else and the Nazi guards. Then another Jewish woman came out of the crowd behind me wearing a black dress with white at the bottom and a little design. And I said, “What are you doing?” And she said, “I have to find my husband! I have to find my husband!” She went to the gate and the Nazi guard took her through. I decided to go down the American sidewalk. And I walked up the sidewalk by myself. Halfway up, two little blonde girls joined me. At the top of the sidewalk was a building. We went in the building and up some stairs. At the top of the stairs was a trap door. I opened it and looked down. A far ways down there was a tarmac and some runways and an airplane waiting to be boarded and to take off. Then the two blonde girls and I were riding in a small red plane in a room. One of the blonde girls was piloting the plane. Suddenly, we were dive bombing towards the floor. And I said, “Go up! Go up!” and we went up very fast until we were being squished up against the ceiling of the room. And I said, “Go down! Go down!” And we were dive bombing again, and I said, “Go up! Go up!” And we were being squished against the ceiling again. So I said, “Go down! Go down!” And we were dive bombing for the floor again. This happened several more time until the girl who was piloting the plane said, “Stop saying ‘Go up! Go down!’” And I woke up.
Posted on: Sat, 19 Oct 2013 08:27:38 +0000
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