I've had them for as long as I can remember. They don't happen often at all...maybe once every 6 months or so, but when I have them, they are so vivid I can even remember what the air smelled like. It usually fills me with a sense of foreboding too, even today I can't seem to shake it. (I had a very specific dream of a really bad tornado once, and low and behold, my mother and I spent a few hours the next day in a department store's lingerie department waiting for 3 funnel clouds to pass by...click here to read about it.)
So, to the real body of this...you all want to hear what the dream was, right? I'm more than happy to get it off of my chest. I actually think it might make me feel better.
To give you a little back story of my day prior to going to sleep, it was basically a fairly normal day. I was a little beat from the night before. A friend of mine and I went out to happy hour, which turned into a few more happy hours, so I was tired. But, I had to finish baking cookies for a holiday party I was going to that afternoon. I went to said holiday party, which I thought would only last a couple of hours....well, a couple of hours turned into more like 5 hours. A lot of catching up, mingling with some new people, and playing a round of Scene It. Then, I came home, played with the dog, watched some tv, read, and crashed for the night. Apparently my brain wasn't ready to relax though.
I don't know specifically where the dream took place, location-wise (didn't know the town or the state even), but it was in the summer at an outdoor country fair. Lots of green grass, lots of white tents. Not like a 4-H fair, more like a festival. Everyone was decked out in summer dresses and nice slacks, reminiscent of a wedding reception, but no one was getting married.
My entire family was there, friends of my family were there, which would lead me to believe it takes place back in Indiana. But there were people there that I don't know, but that I did know in the dream. I was talking to them very specifically about things, like I had known them a long time. I'm not older or younger in the dream, but it almost feels like the dream traveled back in time, like it was back in the days of the Great Depression or something. I say this because of the entertainment at this fair. There were gramophones in a couple of the tents, one where alcohol was being served, and one in a tent next to it where a few couples were dancing. Everything had a vintage feel to it. I was running around from tent to tent, being social (sounds like me, right?), flirting (of course!), and having a couple of cocktails. All of a sudden, I walked past someone that I wasn't expecting to see, someone from my past (in the dream), although I don't know them at all in real life. It wasn't someone that I wanted to see either, apparently, because once I saw him, I immediately tried to turn and walk in the opposite direction. But he grabbed my arm and wouldn't let go. All of a sudden, another guy comes up that I know (in the dream), tells bad guy to let me go. Bad guy doesn't, says something completely inappropriate, and good guy just hauls off and knocks the shit out of him. Bad guy hesitates, then hops up and hits good guy in just the right spot. Good guy is knocked unconscious. I try to get down to help him, but my sister pulls me away. I don't know where she's taking me, but I fight with her to let me go back.
I finally evade her some time later and head to check in on good guy. A friend stops me on the way, and I overhear a conversation behind her...two strangers saying how tragic it was what happened to good guy. I push my friend aside and ask if he's okay. They put it bluntly..."He's dead." And then I wake up....and my eyes are actually all teared up.
Sounds like such a drama, right? How heroic, some guy died trying to protect me or something. Sheesh, my brain is cocky!
It leaves me with a ton of unanswered questions:
1.) Who was that guy? (duh)
2.) What did bad guy do to me?
3.) What did good guy mean to me?
All I know is that it's been giving me a weird feeling in my gut ever since, and I don't like it. I'm not superstitious, but I do believe there are times in our lives when we have heightened senses. I mean, scientists say that we only use a small fraction of our brains...who's to say that this isn't some amazing perception of a past life or something?! Freaky, but cool. In the mean time, I truly hope none of my guy friends get in a fight anytime soon, least of all over something to do with me!
Song of the day: "Brightest Hour" The Submarines (crazy fucking dreams, I tell ya)
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