Weird Dreams

I've had a rough week... weird and bad dreams not letting me sleep. Here's an example or two of what I've been dealing with.

Tuesday Night
I went to bed early, hadn't slept well Sunday or Monday nights. By 8 pm, I was in bed. I told the kids to go to bed at 9, make sure to turn out the lights, and FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, BE QUIET!!

I must have zonked out pretty fast. In my dream, I woke up though, shortly after falling asleep. I heard voices talking and laughing. I went out into the dining room and saw Alex and his two friends, Diesel and Shitball (nicknames) out in the sun porch. I was grumpy, being woke up and all, and went out there, told the boys to GO HOME and came in, locked the door, glared at Alex and went back to bed.

Shortly after I fell back to sleep, I was awoke AGAIN, and AGAIN by voices... but music this time, too. I get up AGAIN, flipping back the covers, just pissed. (This time, my house looks nicer though) and I see more kids, teenagers, all in the kitchen and dining room, basically having a party! In my dream mind's eye, I see a computer screen. Alex has put a party invitation on the Internet! I can see it plain as day ~ It says "My mom went to bed early, LET'S PARTY!"

I kick everyone out again, and go back to bed. This happens a few more times, only every time I get up, my house changes into a nicer house, and the 'guests' get weirder and weirder. There was a funny Jamaican woman wearing a sari with a baby on her hip... she and I actually had a laugh about how I was gonna beat that boy down when I found him! There was a young couple who, upon discovering that the patio door was locked, set their (less than a year old) baby inside the window on the counter! People were climbing in the window in my bedroom (which, by now, was huge... the window was a good 7 feet away from the bed, and had these gauzy billowy curtains... it was a really nice bedroom)

Finally, I was so mad, I forced myself to wake up from this dream. It was only 11 pm, but I had a pounding headache, and I was loaded for bear. I was so mad, I was ready to go down and wake Alex up just to yell at him for what he tried to pull IN MY DREAM! When I came out of the bedroom, to get Excedrin and a water bottle, I see that the kids remembered to shut off all the lights and lock all the doors... good kids, OK, I won't go whomp him now.

Wednesday Night
This one was scary freaky. I was in the woods at a cabin, with "friends" of mine. I didn't know the first two, a skinny 20-something brunette and a pudgy 40-ish balding guy, but the 3rd was a friend of mine from my shitty old job. Char. She's a short red head. We were at this 'retreat' type place, and there was someone else there, too. I knew her, my friends did not. She was there because of me, I guess. I don't know that I invited her, but I didn't get rid of her, that's the thing. She was not a good person, and I was feeling very guilty for allowing her to be there, knowing what she was planning on doing to my friends. No, I didn't know what she was planning on doing, but I knew it wasn't good. She could best be described as a big bull dyke, salt & pepper-ish dyke haircut, built like a brick shithouse.

Brunette and I were out on the deck, and I remember I went into the cabin, had a glass of iced tea in my hand. Dyke is in this like... butler's pantry type room, and she is opening up this cloth rolled up with tools/medical things in it. I remember seeing a scalpel and one of those child-dosing spoons, where the handle holds the cough medicine stuff so the kid doesn't spill. She turns to me and tells me it's time, and I should go out and send in (Name of brunette). I know I shouldn't and I don't want to, but I can't stop, I just do it.

Later, I was in a bedroom, when the door to the butler's pantry opens, Dyke is pushing/guiding Brunette out. She is wrapped in a blanket. She is shaking and sobbing. The Dyke basically hands her off to me, telling me that "She got a little messy, clean her up, will you?" Then, I know she is off to get the pudgy balding guy.

I went to the brunette, and asked her what happened. She opened the blanket a little, and she was covered in blood and feces. I have no idea what happened to her, and she didn't say. I helped her get cleaned up, and calmed down, and we went back out onto the porch. At this point, again, I am freaking out guilty because I brought this bad woman here, and she was hurting my friends, but it was like I was not in control, and I couldn't stop it. As brunette and I sat down on the porch, I saw pudgy guy out on the lawn. He was fetal position and rocking back and forth. He had already had his turn, and that's when I really realized that the 3rd person there was my friend Char. I started running around trying to find her, suddenly I thought I could stop this, try to at least save Char.

It sort of went in and out then, and we were all back in the vehicle, leaving, it was a green Jeep Cherokee, I remember that. I was in the car, and I couldn't see Char. The bad woman was not with us. The next thing I saw was an airport. We were walking through the airport, and I realized that I was pushing a wheelchair. Char was in it.

I forced myself to wake up.

I'm a little worried about going to sleep tonight... that's why it's almost 2 am and I'm still up.