Alone and Dead on Valentine's Day...Figures

FINALLY! It's been 9 months since my little man was born and 18 months since I had a decent freaky dream. So I'm gonna keep this short...mostly because I have to. My dream may be on the mark but my ability to retain it is a little out of shape.

I was in love. Love, love LOVE with this supernatural being who looked a lot like Stefan Salvetore (kudos to the brain for that lovely imprint!) A group of us were escaping danger by pressing our bodies into a portal. But suddenly I was alone. I had no cell phone, no wallet, no love. I spent God knows how long searching for him. When I finally did find him I realized that my body actually did make it through the portal, but my non-supernatural self died the moment I touched it. It was my ghost that had been left behind to roam around. And it was my ghost that was completely unseen by my supernatural honey.

Love bites.

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Pod People

Okay, my memory may be a bit off in terms of pod people, but aren't they supposed to dispose of the original hosts? Last night my pod people were the dumbest aliens ever. Not only did they not kill the humans they copied, they walked around side-by-side with them as if they suddenly had a twin no one knew about. And for some weird reason, the human went along with it. So instead of just having aliens chase me about to make me another victim, I had both alien and human counterpart doing it at the same time.

...hmm...maybe the podsters weren't so dumb afterall.

And to the humans I recognized in my dream...TRAITORS!

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Video Game

Last night was exhausting. I kept dying.

Yes. Sometimes people dream that they are dying in their dream, but wake up before or as it occurs. It seems to be rare that one actually experiences death not only once, but over and over again in the same dream.

It felt like I was stuck in a bad video game. After my first death, I immediately was thrust back to the starting point again. And of course, I remembered that I had just died, so I took a different path. But alas, I died again...and again. Every path I took repeated the same fate until my alarm woke me up.  I'm curious to how long I would have endured this if I was able to sleep in. Would one of the deaths have been so extreme it would have jolted me back to life?

I'm really tired this morning.

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Holograms

Last night I watched the coolest movie trailer ever. Forget 3-D, this one was a hologram, sorta virtual reality that allowed the viewer to stand within the action. Uber-cool. (yes, I said uber).

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Foreshadowing

Alright, I've spent a good portion of my life experiencing déjà vu due to my dreams. This was particularly active when I was a child and sporadic now as an adult. I use to dream things that would happen the very next day. Now, the time frame's enlarged, but I always remember dreaming it when I see it in real life.

Unlike most people, I remember 95% of my dreams in great detail (obviously, this is a dream blog). Almost every night of my childhood I would dream something that would in fact happen the next day. And it wasn't simple things I would come to expect, like a particular individual flipping out over a pop test or a bully picking on one of the socially-neglected children. No, it was always something out of the ordinary. Something like my sister bringing home a parakeet one day because it attacked her on the head at swim practice one summer morning.

Most of my déjà vu moments are just snippets in time. I briefly end up freezing where I am because everything around me is suddenly familiar. Like someone saying the exact phrase I expected in the conversation at the same moment I expected a particular commercial to be airing on the television. Not too impressive, right? But what if the individual saying it is some stranger in the TV department at Best Buy that I actually recognize from my dream? It's like a freeze frame. Quite frankly, none of it ever means anything significant to me.

Only at one point in my life did I actually feel telepathic, with no previous warning from a dream. I was just sitting there and all of sudden I became completely overwhelmed with panic for someone I knew. Honestly, I didn't know this person that well. So it surprised me to feel this...and I disregarded it. After all, even if I was capable of some sort of telepathy, wouldn't I be closer to the person in question? I certainly have never had that happen for a family member. The next day I found out that the individual was in the ER and arrived about two hours before I experienced the sensation that they were dead. Sadly, this individual did end up passing away.

Call me clairvoyant, precog, ESP, whatever. Just don't bother asking me for the lottery numbers. I've waited a lifetime for those to pop up and they still haven't!

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