DREAM SERIES: CHARLES RAMSEY WANNABE

I want to preface this by saying I believe all of these people being found that were kidnapped years ago is taking a toll on my psyche.

It was night time and the kids had just had their baths.  For some reason, Andy decided to run outside completely naked and giggling.  Daniel quickly took chase because we were concerned about him getting sick. Unfortunately, that wouldn't be the worst of our worries. To our surprise, there were a group of older black people that were ready to attack.  The men quickly knocked Daniel down while the women snatched Andy. I start to run towards the women when all of a sudden, my feet were stuck to the ground.  No matter how hard I tried to pull my legs up, my feet wouldn't budge. And just like that, my baby was gone.  By some miracle we were finally able to move again and I just followed the direction in which they went. Didn't take long to find them, I guess dream world time goes fast.  It was daytime so I'm assuming this was the next day.  Of course, the group put up a fight.  The men quickly rushed me and started trying to hit me.  All of a sudden I must have become a master street fighter because I was able to knock them all out of the picture.  Upon rescuing my son, I realized they were in the middle of taking two more kids, a girl and a boy.  the girl broke free and ran home I assumed.  I grabbed the boy and headed home.  While we were walking home, yes we were walking, he told me how abusive they were and I told him he was safe now.  By some miracle we found his family and they arrived at my house the next day. While the boy was playing in our pool, his family came in and I was overwhelmed by the reunion. I mean, I cried hard in my dream. I held both my son and the other child and just cried. I'm surprised I didn't wake up in tears. 

So what does this mean, if anything? It truly breaks my heart to know that this happens way too often. I want my kids to be able to run to the corner store for snacks or to walk home with their friends, but the reality of our world seems too scary to allow that.  I just don't understand why people think they are entitled to take or abuse someone because they refuse to ignore a feeling.  How weak is that?

DREAM SERIES: WHAT IS THIS ABOUT?

Last night, I had another one of my crazy dreams, obviously. I'm definitely going to look up the meaning of this ridiculousness. And so it begins...

My sister and I are walking down the street.  I'm not sure if we are going to the store, or if this was for exercise purposes, but we were definitely getting our stroll on.  All of a sudden, this guy in a red shirt pulls out a gun and shoots someone. I see this and am not phased by it, weird. Then he points it at my sister, but he changes his mind and shoots about 3 other people before he turns it back our way and shoots both of us.  Keep in mind, through all of this, no one is running for cover.  We all can see what is going on, yet we never react to it.  Ok, so I get shot in the through my hand and into my side. Thank goodness I didn't wake up in real pain.  Anyway, I can't believe that I've just been shot and I keep saying it in my dream.  We head over to my grandmother's house and my sister disappears.  I'm telling my family I've just been shot and that someone should call the police because that man is still out there, not to mention I need medical attention.  My aunt, sounding slightly annoyed, says, "Ok, ok, just give me a minute." Then she proceeds to show my grandmother beige color samples, so I sit and wait patiently.  When they finally finish and take me to the emergency room, there is a long line filled with women in labor.  They aren't complaining, just standing like nothing is going on with their husbands.  Finally it's my turn to sit down and talk with a case manager aaaaannnnndddd fade to black.

What does this mean? I mean really, why did I have to get shot? Who is responsible for this?

DREAM SERIES: IS FREDDY KRUEGER BLACK NOW?

 What is really going on in my sub conscience?  

  Just a few minutes ago, I woke up wondering why this guy couldn't come up with some original shit! Ok, so my friend and I are walking through a gate to go home when we notice some old black guy hovering around.  We, of course, tell him to leave and proceed to go in.  I guess neither one of our dogs existed in the dream because there was barking.  We start heading up some stairs and notice this guy is behind us.  We try to open the door, but there is paper stuffed in one of the lock.  Can you explain to me how one can stuff those annoying sales papers that come in the mail into a key hole?  Anyway, I happen to have a knife that I'm using to try to get the paper out, but it's too late.  Mr. Ben, I mean, black Freddy is now in my face.  He was tall, at least 6'4".  If that's not tall to you, I'm jealous.  He had a bald head and very long nails.  His nails weren't metal like Freddy's though, his looked like he went to the nail shop, got tips put on and never cut them.  So, I use the knife and get to slicing.  He was talking major crap, too bad I can't remember what he was saying now because it might pertain to my real life.  Anyway, I'm stabbing him in the throat, slicing his arm where it's supposed to immobilize it (according to some self defense site I saw once), but it isn't fazing him at all.  I mean, he's not even bleeding and there wasn't any evidence that he at least got a scratch.  Through all of this though, I'm telling myself to calm down and stay focused while telling him he sucks and just operates off of other peoples fears.  We turn around and suddenly I'm up against a rail.  I guess he thought that I would fall and that would be my demise.  Nope, I knew the rail was not going to support me and, like an awesome ninja, I floated down to the ground in some ninja stance (at least in my mind it was a ninja stance).  Anyway, we battle some more, actually, it's more like I'm cutting like a  mad woman and he's just talking crap and waving his fingernails around.  Suddenly, he disappeared.  I thought he was behind me so I kept turning around and around, but he was gone.  Suddenly, there is a man sitting in a chair on the opposite side of the lawn just watching me.  He kind of reminded me of Zack Galafianakis.    Anyway, as I'm trying to figure out where he came from, he starts twitching and groaning.  Black ooze starts coming out of his nose and mouth.  I think it's safe to say he died.  My mom soon enters the yard, goes up the stairs and starts chatting it up with my friend.  Now, my friend never helped me.  Is that because I didn't make her in my dream?  Can we control other people in our dreams?  It's hard enough as it is trying to control my own movements let alone create a whole puppet show.  Anyway, I run up and hug my mother so tight and tell her what just happened.  She seemed to think it was an angry patient that visited the hospital where I work.  Not surprised.  But an angry patient with super powers, now that's surprising.

I woke and had to share before I forgot everything.  It was so weird.  I'm going to see if I can interpret the meaning of this.

DREAM SERIES: KEVIN HART

I don't dream about him often, but when I do, its usually the same scenario.  Last night was no different.  Side note: the first sentence reminded of a Dos Equis commercial LOL.

I'm at my sister Rachel's house.  She leaves for some reason but tells me not to mess with the front door because she is in the process of doing something.  I go to the kitchen and all of  a sudden I hear people in the living room.  I go out and there is a man on the couch talking to Daniel.  He doesn't come off as being her actual boyfriend, rather someone who is trying to woo her.  I think he may have had a daughter or two with him.  I shoot Daniel an evil look because he clearly moved the front door to let this strange person in, but I don't actually say anything since he probably didn't hear the instructions.

I manage to get the man out and just as I was trying to put the door back in place, some old lady with yellow hair comes to the door saying she's there to pick up Kevin Hart.  And yes, I mean yellow, not blonde.  Remember when R. Kelly was rocking half fro half braids?  Well her yellow hair was similar to that. She had one side with a long, loose braid and the other looked like it had extensions too, but it just kind of sticking out to the side.  She reminded me of one of those people who drink beer all day.  I can't explain it.

I go into the bedroom and there in Kevin, sleeping in the bed.  He realizes I'm there to get him out of the house and he jumps up and starts running around the room trying to avoid being caught.  He was  fast little sucker too! I managed to catch him and when I looked at him, he was the size of a 2 year old with his regular adult face.  His feet were small and round like a build a bear.  It made me wonder if he had any toes.

Like I said, this dream doesn't happen often, and it's not always the old lady coming to retrieve him.  Sometimes its this guy I went to school with named Jason.  Sometimes, its my friend Lateef.  But Kevin always manages to get into my sisters house and sleep in one of my nephews beds and one of these three people always comes to get him.  It's no weird!

DREAM SERIES: BYE BYE BABY

I had another crazy dream last night.  I don't know why I have such crazy dreams, its not like I ate right before I went to bed.  Anyway, without further adieu, I present you with BYE BYE BABY.

Perusing through a grocery store cheese section, my grandmother yells from a bench to keep an eye on Andy.  Apparently my husband stepped away from the grocery cart.  I look around the crowded store and find them hovering around lunch meat.  I make my way over and have a brief discussion about what kind of cheese we should buy, I was craving havarti.

It was at that moment that panic broke out in the store.  People were screaming and running everywhere.  I recall a salesperson in the store wearing a purple jacket yelling at everyone to get out of the store.  With my baby in tow, I took a brief look to try to find my grandmother, but she was no where in sight, so my husband and I headed out the staircase and down three flights.  When we got to the ground level, we peaked outside and and noticed that people were being shot as they came out of other exits.  Scared the crap out of me.  Where we in a death trap? We decided to follow some other people and go down another flight of stairs and wait there for a while.  The police eventually came and we were given the chance to get out of the building and across the parking lot into another building.  While we were walking, I overhears someone saying there were five gunmen in the store, but I don't know if anyone died.  I also never saw my grandmother again.

We get into this other building and as we head up the staircase, a security officer comes out and starts giving my husband a hard time.  I mean he's trying to arrest him for some reason.  Being a ride or die chick, I attack the security officer one handed and end up killing him.  We make it up another flight and encounter another security officer and another fight ensues.  When the officer is subdued, my husband is nowhere to be found.  He left us!  Yes I was being gangster with my child in my arm.  A few more fights happen with some girls and I just remember being pissed off because my husband ditched me after I was helping him.  Maybe I was doing too much and his pride couldn't handle it LOL.  

Anyway, perhaps I need to call my grandmother to make sure she's alright.