1-18-13 Reaccurring Dreams and Alternate Reality

I’ve always been one to have reoccurring dreams.

I’ve also been one to have crazy real dreams. I have memories in dreams, dreams will stop one night and start up exactly where they left off the night before, Sometimes I’ve been known to talk to people about the stuff in my dreams because I really thought it happened in reality.

So a few days ago, the mall dream with its variations showed up again.

I have alot of dreams that happen alot, they always have parts of each other in them.

This one is the one with the mall that has an elevator that goes to somewhere around 90-115 floor. It doesnt travel like a normal elevator, it literally takes SECONDS and makes me feel ACTUALLY ILL in my sleep, and if Im unlucky enough to wake up during the ride. (Like I did a few days ago. OMG I felt gross. Took like 2 hours to not feel sick.) There are a few different malls or portions of malls that show up in my dream. One of them has an airport in it, that sometimes has planes, sometimes has spaceships. There is also a high school in it, with a very large (and I mean IMMENSLY LARGE) locker room in it. (Im talking approx 50 or more stalls.) The same stores are always in it, none of which I’ve ever actually heard of or seen in my life. Sometimes the elevator ends up in the hospital, it also goes horizontal. The mall is a hospital/high school/urgent care/ doctors office/high rise/library/spacestation/airport. I take the same road to get there every time. There is this one road that is nauseating to manuever. The road is the same. There is a little town if I go one way, and not if I go another. There is always the same two choices of highway. Sometimes Im going by a different version of our river, sometimes it leads to the backyard that is a bomb shelter of my dads house that isnt really anything like his house. His basement has something really wrong with it…I think its some kind of gateway to hell. So is part of the walls.

If I dont have a version of that dream, sometimes I have this dream (usually sometimes with that river/bomb shelter) where there is asteroids or something falling from the sky. You can see everything burning and cant get away. Then the tornadoes start. Im not talking one or two. Im talking an outbreak. And theyre always within a close proximity to me. There is never less then 5-15 per dream. I am there and there are just literally all these tornadoes in various stages of power the whole dream.

Then of course there is this dream where I am in my senior year of high school, needing one half credit in order to graduate, so I had to come back. Various things happen in the dream. It is ALWAYS this premise, however. ALWAYS. It never changes.

Now, I know that tornadoes mean that I feel my life is out of control. And that shopping means Im looking for something. Im sure I could psychoanalyze the hell out of all this mess. But the worst part of it all?

Im there. Like, REALLY, REALLY, there. Today I had to ask my husband if the comment he left me on facebook was real. (He doesnt even HAVE a facebook.) I have MEMORIES in my dreams. I cant even tell when Im dreaming or asleep sometimes.

Ive always been a firm believer in two things. One, when you are sleeping, you are alive in another reality. Two, I must at some point be either doing one of two things: living past life, or dreaming through someone elses eyes. I know things and people and memories that there is no way I should know or keep having such a recollection of. I know that quite a few of these are alternate reality dreams, due to the people in them and how they pan out.

I have dreams where me and my husband are no longer together. They are not only reaccuring, but they are continuing. I have another version where we were together, then werent together. I have other ones as well that I dont feel like they should be broadcasted currently about other people.

Im going to start trying to keep better track of them. I was going to write this the other day when it happend then I got side tracked. I really have to stop letting that happen.


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