Three nights ago, actually. I slept horribly. I kept waking up, and then every time I'd fall asleep again, the dream would resume. I couldn't stop it,
no matter how much I forced myself awake. It was awful, the aftermath of a horrible nuclear war. It was cold, and grey. Buildings were in various
states of destruction. Everything was dank, dark, and wet. Sick people were EVERYWHERE, and I could do nothing (I'm a nurse, so sick people are a
theme). It was dangerous to be alive and breathing. I remember the fear even now. My priority was keeping my family alive, and we were going to starve
because we hadn't amassed enough food before all of this happened, and we didn't have enough of a plan for this type of thing. I was tending to wounds
and sickness, and we kept having to flee from gangs of looters and criminals. We stayed in an abandoned hospital (cue the dark,mdank, wetness, like a
basement). Every time I woke up, I thought "is God telling me something?!?!"
It was honestly horrible. I am getting a little nauseous writing about it. I have been taking sleep meds at night since then, because they zonk me
until I can't really dream.
Editing to add this in too, because I didn't think of it when writing about my most recent dream: A couple years ago, we were living with my mother in
law while I was in school. One night, my dream was so ridiculously vivid, it was like I was sleepwalking. So here it is: I came upstairs to use the
bathroom (we lived in the finished basement in real life), and it was early in the morning, still dark. Suddenly, a blinding flash came through all
tne windows, and I knew what it meant. The clocks all started flashing the time (my brain's interpretation of an EMP I think), and suddenly there were
a series of resounding blasts. For some reason, I knew the war was literally outside the front door, and I layed down on the floor, knowing for some
reason that death was inescapable at that point. Then, thank goodness, I woke up.
And one more, twelve years ago, as a teenager, I dreamt that I woke up in the morning as usual (again, a realistic dream), and everything looked
normal. I then looked out the window and the sky had three HUGE planets in it, like a sci-fi movie. At that point, a trumpet sounded, and I kneeled to
the ground, and just cried out to God. I remember hearing a voice but for the life of me I cannot remember what it said anymore.
19-2-2012 by MissE because: (no reason given)