Dream #3

About two nights ago I had a very terrifying dream, though now…the thought of it is quite hilarious. There was this sort of…convention going on for people who absolutely LOVE anything horror or gore. People who thrive off of scary movies and the characters in them. They were all dressed (very realistically so) as their favorite, and were all in a giant field fighting each other. This was the convention. Fight each other to the death. It was just about dusk, and I was for some reason standing in the very center of all of this unwillingly. The people looked completely terrifying and I was trying to get through them, though along the way I was being burned by hot water..stabbed..and even bitten by some of the people. I remember the ground was slippery, as if it had rained that day, so I was having a really hard time maneuvering around this one particular obstacle in order to get away from some of them. In the middle of the field, was a bath tub. A big claw foot one like I used to have as a kid. Just sitting there. At one point it was in between me and this one guy who looked just gruesome, and I was trying to run away from him.

Dream #2

The other night, I had a really strange and random dream. I was traveling a lot throughout the entire thing. It was frustrating though because every time I was about to get on a plane..or had arrived at my destination, I kept forgetting things and never felt at all prepared. I was finally in this house. I was in the living room, and I saw that a small group of people I was with (I want to say they were all random people from my church) standing around a window peering outside. I stood next to them to see what they were looking at. It was night time, and out on the cobble stone street in front of store front lights (it almost looked at if it was London or something) there was a small mob of people. The truly random part, is that the mob of people were beating up Kate Blanchett? They were beating her with sticks and I could literally see pieces of her chin flying off. She was completely emotionless and wasn't even trying to get away or fight back. A guy that I was standing next to told me that the people were mad because she had accidentally killed a baby, and she had also just gave birth to a child so they were really upset and didn't think it was just? Finally he went outside and broke up the mob. Some how Kate Blanchett was still alive and starting walking towards this contraption. She stepped into its basket and it raised up and it had big metal legs. And there was a claw attached that she used to start picking up big orange construction cones off the side of the road. As if that was her occupation or something? And for some reason, during this part of the dream (and it didn't even make sense to be IN the dream) I knew that I was both the baby that had died, and the baby that was now alive.

Dream #1

I thought I should start this blog with a reoccurring dream of mine, one I've had since I was little. It is always the exact same sequence and view. I have never really been able to figure out what it could possibly mean. It's black and white. The perspective is from my own eyes, and I am standing against a wall of a long metal corridor. Out of a door diagonal from me across the hall steps a man? in an old fashioned looking scuba diving outfit. The one with the big heavy rounded helmet with the cross hatch pattern going over the face? It is difficult to describe without drawing it. At that point, I look around a bit and realize more detail. The door from which the scuba diver stepped out of is set higher up and has rounded edges..there are the same type of door ways down the hall and I realize I am in a submarine. It all looks very old and like I am in another time. That's where the dream ends.

A Much Needed Preface

Hello! My name is Hannah. Though this will be my third blog, I know it will be a personal favorite of mine. All my life I have had a very interesting problem, struggled with it really. I've tried to interpret it, completely ignore it, feared it, clung to it dearly, and at times have not been able to differentiate it from other parts of myself. Every night when I lay my head down wishing to slip into a state of peaceful rest, the opposite always seems to happen. I have extremely vivid dreams. Every night. And for the most part, I remember them all. I can still perfectly picture dreams I had when I was five, a strange dream I had a couple of years ago, and even a few days before. That being said, I am constantly sharing my dreams with friends and family. It's almost like a tradition in my family and my close friends always seem intrigued at how much of my dreams I remember and how strange they always seem. So, that is what this blog will be dedicated to! I needed some way to document my dreams and at the same time, continue sharing them with even more people. I can promise this, you will be quite entertained.