02-26-12; Mio Murder

Last night I had two dreams. The first, was that a Mio woman (my mom's friend) was murdered. She was driving down M-33 when she noticed that a car was following her. She thought it was just a coincednece, so she headed home and still the car followed her. She lives on a dead end street and by this time, there was nothing she could do. She attempted to get out of the car and run inside her house to lock the door. However, the attacker was able to get in through the sliding glass door. A struggle took place, but he claimed her life. She was the mother of 4 girls.

Second, I had a dream that I was taking an exam and I was running out of time. All of my classmates were waiting on me because they weren't allowed to leave until everyone was finished. I was almost done with my essay when one of my classmates stood up and screamed "I'm not letting you ruin my lunch hour" and he stormed out of the classroom. Numerous other students followed. I tried to finish my essay but I was crying because my feelings were so hurt. My stomach was in knots because time was running out. When I finally finished, I said to an empty classroom "it's not my fault that my mom has cancer". I went outside to lay in the grass and clear my head. A different classmate sat down next to me and suddenly it occurred to me that he was my boyfriend, however in real life I already have a boyfriend. It was almost like I had completely forgotten that I was in a relationship with this guy. I suddenly felt guilty about my posts to Chris (my real boyfriend) on facebook about Valentine's Day, Star Wars, etc. I couldn't believe that I had two boyfriends, I was so confused and disgusted with myself! But I didn't want to hurt his feelings, so I just went along with it. I got in the car with my sister and two friends and we were driving to Chris' house so I could tell him that I accidentally had another boyfriend. We were going over a bridge with a  guardrail when all of a sudden I missed the turn, broke through the guardrail and landed in a deep body of water. As the car sank, I attempted to bust out my window so we could escape but it worked to no avail. I began to press on the door using my legs and was able to free it enough for my sister and friends to get out of the car, but water was rushing in and I couldn't hold the door open and get out. They began to swim to safety and I began to drown. At the last second, the realized that I was still trapped in the car and it took three of them to hold the door open against the pressure of the water as I escaped. I inhaled a gasp of water right before I hit the surface, but somehow it was only oxygen that entered my lungs, and we all survived.

02-22-12: Truth Revealed

I do not remember much about my dreams last night, but the theme was that people were revealing secrets to me. I think I had this dream because I watched Star Wars episode II last night and a lot of secrets are revealed in that movie. 

The first secret I remember is Professor Hartshorne disclosing that the therapist in "Mary" is really him. 

Second, my friend revealed to me that she was pregnant and going to deliver in about a month. She had not told her husband yet.

02-20-12; Sweeney Hall Murder

Last night I had a dream that I was sleeping in my dorm room (which I really was) and that there were four attackers attempting to get in through my window and capture/murder me. One of the attackers was my elementary school classmate, Brad. I tried to barricade the window and hide, but they knew I was in there. I begged and pleaded with my RA to protect me, but she brushed off my concerns and said nonchalantly "they are not going to get in here and kill you, that is just silly". I was so panic stricken that I was crying. I heard the outside doors open, the attackers had busted through the locks and were about to capture me. The last thing I remember is seeing five or six guys running towards me, arms outstretched, to grab me and haul me away.

02-17-12; POW

In this dream, I have been captured and I am being held as a prisoner of war in Nepal. I was hauled in the back of a jeep through the camp and stowed in a basement. There are other prisoners as well and we are being heavily guarded, so escape is impossible. Suddenly I realize that I still have my cell phone hidden in my pocket and I have service if I stand near this one pillar. I begin trying to call/text/email people for help. I called my boyfriend, but he did not answer. I emailed my sociology teacher, because he would be able to stir up the media about my capture. However, every time I attempted to email/text someone, I kept pressing the wrong letters. I think it was because I was so scared to get caught and get my only lifeline taken away.

02-13-12; Drug Deal Gone Wrong

In my dream last night, I was sitting at Blair's (my dad's gas station) in a convertible with my step sister. My step mom was in her van in front of us with her window down, and dad was standing outside talking to all of us. All of a sudden, things went very still and the sun got really bright. My dad frantically tells us to leave because a drug deal just went down and it turned ugly, and people may be looking for revenge. My step sister blankly stares at him until he yells "get out of here!" She punches the gas, squeals the tires and leaves rubber tire marks as we peel out of the driveway. As we race down M33, she puts her blinker on to turn into our driveway. I beg her to not go home because the drug dealers know where we live, but she can't hear me because the wind is rushing in our ears. She passes our driveway and heads back to the stop sign, but we are stuck behind a maroon SUV. I am laying down in the back seat because I am so scared, but I decide to peak my head up and look out the windshield. At this moment, a grizzly looking man catches my eye, turns around in the driver's seat and fires four gunshots into my step sisters upper body/head. Panicking, I slump over in the seat, pretending to be dead as well so that he wouldn't shoot me. I prayed that I could hold still and play dead and maybe the gunman would think that he hit me with a bullet as well, or that one bullet went through my step sister and hit me. I am so overcome by fear at this point in my dream that I can't really remember what is happening, but somehow we are driving down the road again. How can my stepsister be driving if she is dead? Maybe the maroon SUV is towing us, I am not sure. There are people lined up on the side of the road watching, all the while I attempt to play dead. I am also watching myself from the side of the road,w illing myself to keep my eyes closed, yet they flutter open anyways. The news camera zooms in on my fluttering eyes and breathing body, but the shooter doesn't notice. He keeps on driving.

The last thing I remember is laying on an autopsy table, still trying to play dead, because I think the drug dealer has paid the funeral home director to dispose of our bodies secretly.