Two nights ago, I dreamed the following. It is a recurring dream, and I know what will happen in it, even if I can’t tell it’s a dream. It’s like being psychic. Anyway, dream 1: I am at my Granddad’s house in Jacksonville, and there’s a puppy running around outside. Granddad’s replaced all of the inside walls with Victorian paintings on glass, so you can see through some parts, but not others. All of the sudden, the puppy outside starts barking, and I can here a ‘thumpa thumpa’ sound. I know what will happen, so I rush over and grab the barking dog just as a gigantic T-Rex pops out of the undergrowth (like in Jurassic Park). It runs right at us, but I know that if I hide in a certain spot, it will go right past us. I hide, it passes me, and I run inside. I also know that it will break everything inside, so I hide in a special closet. The closet has a hole in the top that leads to the closet in the other room. I also know that the T-Rex will break through the closet wall, and I will have to roll through that hole to get to the other closet and out. So, it does, and I roll to the other side, when John catches me and we run away.. I wake up here every time I have this dream. ::shrug::
Dream 2 was last night/ this morning: I am a flying shape shifter. I can change into whatever I like, and fly around wherever I like. (Quite liberating!) There is a mean guy who keeps trying to catch me, but I outsmart him each time by flying away or shifting to something so he can’t find me. He doesn’t know I can shift genders as well, so I can play tricks on him. He has an alarm in his pocket that goes off when I am near, to tell him it’s me. I go up to his office, and knock on the door to play a trick on him. He is on the 20th floor of a university building, with a patio/deck outside. I walk in as a male football player wanting to talk about my grades, but the alarm in his pocket goes off. I smile at him as he looks at me in alarm, then run right past him to outside and jump over the ledge, shifting back to the real female me as I turn. It was all in slow-motion, so I had time to even wave at him as I went over the edge. He rushes to the edge, expecting to see a dead body on the ground, but all he can see is a mockingbird, soaring on the breeze. This is where I woke up here. Interesting, eh?
