Dreams

I had two strange, disturbing dreams (nightmares?) last night. I don't consider myself one of those crunchy, new age-y types, but I do think that our dreams have meaning in and to our lives.

Only because I think they're relevant to what's going on in my life now, I'm putting them down here, so that I can go back to them later on. Proceed if you're interested.

The first dream was all about me. Without getting into detail, it ended with me being physically hurt by others (no one that I know). They were faceless come to think of it, but for whatever reason I believed, then, that they were Asian. I screamed for help but my voice came out in a low rasp and no one heard me. That's how it ended, no resolution.

The second dream was about my children being lost, each alone, in the outdoors (a forest? a large park?). In the dream (and I know I dream in color despite what "they" say) I saw how my eldest came to be lost, as though I was watching it in a movie, but not my two little ones...they just happened to be lost too. I went to the police, though the place I was in looked nothing like a police station, nor did the woman I spoke to look anything like a police officer. I cried and begged for this woman to send someone to go look for my children, but she instead interrogated me and asked me the most ridiculous questions. In the end, because there was no resolution in this dream either, I was suspected of doing away with my children, no one was ever sent to look for them and at the very end Courtney Cox walked in on me while I was "in the bathroom", which as you may have guessed, looked nothing like any bathroom I've ever been in, but then who cares cause, hello! Courtney Cox!

At least it wasn't stupid Jennifer.