Little League?

I woke up at 3 am. My bedroom was stifling hot. I was having weird dreams. 

One minute it was my birthday party and my sisters didn't come. 

Next I was a little league mother but I didn't know my kid. 

Then I was smoking pot with my brother. 

After that I was stealing pumpkins from a roadside store and eating them raw. 

I was going on a road trip with all my siblings in different cars and we were singing Italian songs. 

I was having an angry conversation with my dead mother. She had given away one of my cousins after the baby's mother had died. Then she couldn't get her back. I rescued the girl but she was very depressed and full of hate. I couldn't help her get better and I was very angry with my mom. I kept asking her how she could do such a thing.

I went to my old job as an investment advisor in a suite and fuzzy sleepers. My desk was a mess and I had no business cards left. My computer was dead. A lot of clients were waiting for me. I was able to answer their questions and make appointments for them to come back but my pen wasn't working.

These dreams have nothing to do with my waking life. Why am I having weird dreams like these? 

I have not a clue. 

ISIS

In my nightmare  I was walking in a city unknown to me and just stumbled into a very large sports arena. At first glans nothing was unusual all looked very nice and organized. There was a large group of people standing in rows, on platforms of different elevations and they were waring strange costumes and armor. 

I found a good spot on top of all the activity and waited for things to start. Looking down I saw a man pick up another smaller person and hurl him across with a violent force. Right in front of me I saw a man dive head first from a height of maybe 100 feet to the ground. I heard a loud thud and the crowd cheered. When I looked down there was nothing left of him but a large splatter of pinkish blood. 

I was so horrified I started to leave. But savage things were happening all around me. Thankfully no one paid attention to me. I was thinking who can stop this madness and I know that no one could. They seemed to be in a trance and they were crazed and powerful. I thought this is how ISIS is for sure.

Penalty For a Glass of Wine

I'm packing furiously, pants, jeans, shorts, tops everything I own must be packed, you never know what I may need. I can't find my heavy winter coat the most important because I'm going To New York a cold place. I ask everyone but no one knows where it's at. I have an enormous suitcase, when I think there is no more room it still has room and I rush to my dressers and closets to find new stuff. 

I can't move the damn thing now but I brush this thought aside I have to take all this, I must. Finally I think of identification papers and my ticket. That was the first thing I packed. But when I check them there are no official identification, I have nothing to show who I am. I start crying I'm so frustrated. My brother-in-law says he can type something up for me. I don't have much hope it will work but I have no choice. 

Now I'm so exhausted, I'm also very hungry but I don't have time to eat. Immediately after my arrival I have to show up at my new school and register for classes. I have the address but I have no way of getting there. This worries me because I don't know the city. I think I may need to take a taxi. 

Once I'm at the airport, a friend offers me a glass of wine and since I'm so tired and nervous I take it knowing it's not a good idea on an empty stomach. I must have fallen sleep because after that I don't remember anything. When I wake up I'm home again and for a few minutes I don't believe it. I keep thinking maybe I'm dreaming but it's actually a real nightmare. 

After all the furious packing, agonizing, crying and worrying I'm back at home. 
I have missed my chance of going to New York to the exclusive college I had dreamt of going all my life, because some imbecile had thought that I can't possibly enter the airplane drunk or asleep. I cry and rant and rave and scream but no use. No one cares or takes any notice of how angry and utterly disappointed I am.  

And then I really wake up. 

A frozen Hell

In my dream/nightmare I'm riding a small bike. I fell very skillful at maneuvering around objects and people and avoiding accidents. The ground I'm on is covered in snow and ice.  There are outdoor cafes and restaurants. There are groups of musicians playing all kinds of music. This place is vast and there are spots where there is nothing but snow. At some point I get off my bike and then I loose it. I begin to feel scared that I could be lost and die in this vast frozen hell. But somehow I find my bike and get away from there.  I see people running and then suddenly disappearing  and I realize that there are hidden cliffs and people have fallen off the edge. I'm told that there is a very large and very deep round pool and people use it to commit suicide. But people who don't know of its existence fall into it by accident. By some miracle I survive this savage icy eternal damnation and wake up to my own real...

The Great Flood

I'm standing in front of an open window and looking out. It's a dark night but I see a large field full of water. There are group of cars half submerged in water going around. There are no roads visible and they bump into each other, they go over each other, they have their lights on. There is an eerie silence, maybe because I'm far away and can't hear anything. Suddenly they all open and close their trunks and move up and down. I start to move my hands up and down too like I'm trying to communicate with them. I see another person one story above me on my left doing the same thing. But when he sees me he withdraws inside.

In my nightmare I wake up and the house is in total darkness. I go and open the front door and see that my my front yard is full of people in costumes, there are dolls, toys, little people  and my gardner is making a film.  I ask him to leave and take everything with him and he does.  For some reason now my house has very low ceiling and the only position I can assume is lying down. Suddenly my house is invaded by monkeys, all kinds and all sizes. I'm very scared but I see that the baby monkeys are very cute and that they are also scared.  At this time the police comes and asks me whatever is happening. I tell them I have no idea but maybe my gardner is retaliating because I asked him to leave.

I've been having nightmares a lot lately. The news in the world has been terrible for I forget how long. Today is January 9, 2015. The French just had a horrifying incident happen when Muslim extremists killed 12 journalists in Paris. This morning the French police finally killed two of them. One other was killed the first day and a female suspect is still at large.

cnn.com

France: Raids kill 3 suspects, including 2 wanted in Charlie Hebdo attack

THE BITTER PILL OF BETRAYAL

It's 3:35 a.m. I woke up as my daughter is standing by my bed asking mom mom what's wrong. Twice my husband had tried to wake me up from my nightmare already. I was taking and sobbing in my sleep. I'm writing this now because it's still so vivid. 

All my family is gathered at one of my sisters house, it's a big party. The house is big and immaculate (in reality it's a small house and usually its very messy)  It's decorated magnificently. There is food and drinks everywhere.  There are many people talking, laughing, drinking and playing games.  

As usual I'm sitting by my daughter just observing and  making small talk with her and her friends.  Then my grand daughter comes and  I start to play with her.  Then I feed her,  change her diaper and put her to bed in a room set up just for sleepy kids.  Then I check on my daughter and now she wants to go to bed too. I make sure she changes and find a bed for her. 

Finally I join the grown ups. I find my husband at the bar and ask for my first drink. As he is getting a drink my older brother comes and asks him for help with something relating to other guests. It's very noisy but I can hear my husband say "in a minuet let me give this to Mineh".  I guess my brother doesn't like his answer and hits my husband. I see the drink in his hand flying in the air in slow motion. And then it lands all over my head. My husband is running after my brother and I'm hysterical.  I'm standing there with my messed up hair and wet dress screaming. No one is paying attention, they are all busy having fun.  I want to go home that minuet, I must wake up my daughter, find my car and go home.  My sisters are asking why I want to leave the party. I'm still crying and it's hard for me to explain. Nobody seems to understand or care and they are blaming me. I'm frustrated because it's difficult to talk and the noise is so loud that they can't hear me. I'm hurt because my husband left me standing there and ran after my brother. At that moment I feel no one cares for me, not my husband, not my brother nor my sisters. I'm hopeless and heart broken. 

I'm ready to go but now I can't find my car. It's nowhere to be found. I don't remember what color my car is or where we parked when we came. We get on a bus ( I haven't taken a bus in 30 years)  and finally are at our apartment building (we live in a house).  But I don't know what our  apartment number is and I don't have a key.  A neighbor recognizes us and tells me our number and then the building manager gives me a key.  

In my dream I keep trying to explain again and again what happened, why I was crying, why I so unhappy and angry, but no one seemed to understand. And I was just bawling and saying I don't need you, I don't need any one, I can be as cold as you are, I can turn to stone just like you. And everyone's face  had turned to a mask and the masks were looking at me with accusing eyes full of hatred.