What did you dream about last night?

That I observed a few classes in different kinds of schools, and then I had to pretend to be a nonverbal student so that a teacher could complete her training.

Me and my adoptive (sorta) family needed to book a last minute flight to go to Miami, FL. The budget airline I always use was fully booked, so we booked with another budget airline. Coming in to board, it was very weird. They had us in the very back of the plane and what we would do is pick from removable cushions. With these cushions, we would put them on the continuous horizontal row that was against each side of the plane and that would be our seat. To have that kind of seating arrangement, the fare was only 10 bucks. For some reason, we were taking the roads on our way to depart and we never actually went to an airport. This was almost a 6 hr flight but I swear that we had the most entertaining flight attendants ever. The pilot always made sure to fly a view-able distance and altitude to the beautiful tourist destinations in our flight path, and the attendant was like a tour guide and would point them out to us. The attendant was also pretty humorous and would offer a bunch of free services during the flight. Dream ended right before they were about to do food and beverage services. Would of loved to see more of that x_x

CoffeeAndContour wrote: »

I had a dream I was marrying @kinetixtrainer2 and his ex wife who happened to be Demi Moore kidnaped me in her booby trapped house and was trying to kill me. Ultimately I escaped on my own and do you think my police officer fiancé was anywhere to be found? Noooo.

Hahaha. Please tell me this is true.

PS... I would not leave you behind!

CoffeeAndContour wrote: »

kinetixtrainer2 wrote: »

CoffeeAndContour wrote: »

I had a dream I was marrying @kinetixtrainer2 and his ex wife who happened to be Demi Moore kidnaped me in her booby trapped house and was trying to kill me. Ultimately I escaped on my own and do you think my police officer fiancé was anywhere to be found? Noooo.

Hahaha. Please tell me this is true.

PS... I would not leave you behind!

It’s true! It was a very weird dream! Also I know you wrote on my wall but I can’t acess my wall because now that’s broken too so I don’t know what you said

I said basically the same thing I said here. With the addition that I’m jealous I didn’t get to have this dream.

My dog I used to have asked me if he should attack a group of people walking by. I said no and that’s all I remember.

CoffeeAndContour wrote: »

JustKeepTryin wrote: »

nothing I can talk about

Did you have the dream about us again;)

you know it! shhhhhh don't give out the details.

Omgoodness. I had the craziest dream last night..

I was at a beach house and a horrible storm came in from the sea. There were waterspouts all around, and I was getting my family, mainly daughters and older sister, to get up out of the bed and take shelter. While I was running around getting them together, I ran out to the living room, which had big glass doors that opened to a porch, and all of the sudden the glass shattered everywhere. Immediately, I was getting sucked out by a tornado that developed right in front of us. I was trying to fight the pull, but it was too strong. I felt myself in the air, like as if this wasn't a dream and really happening.

I thought I had passed away, but the dream continued and I was on the shore a little down from the beach house. Somehow my husband just appeared, apparently I had a new born baby, so her and my oldest daughter was in a hospital taking shelter. We were making our way back to where my daughters are, when the building next to us collapsed due to the damage of all the tornadoes (don't ask how, it was a dream).. Then the unthinkable happened, and the hospital next to it started to collapse, and my daughters are in there. I remember my heart breaking, so bad.. But, for some reason I ran up to the building and my oldest was fine, but the new born was on this slab of concrete laying there, kind of gasping for air and so scared. I grabbed her and held her, and it was like she was new.. Completely okay. Then I woke up, with real tears in my eyes.

This was a really deep dream for me, kind of gave me this eery feeling all day long.. No joke..

I can never remember my dreams and am envious of those who can!

Someone I know - a beautiful soul. I don't dream of him often. When I do, it stays with me.
I felt sad. I looked out the window of this room I was in - a ramshackle of a house. Paint peeling at the corners of the four walls. The window I glanced out was coated with a white film - the kind that accumulates when it doesn't get cleaned with a bottle of Windex and a crumbled up sheet of newspaper. I looked up at you, standing in front of me. So tall. Your dark eyes were sad, there was some anger and hurt hidden in their depths. I looked away, not certain what was going on or what I'd done. Had I hurt you? How? And...if, I did, I'm so sorry. I looked again at you. You were sitting now, on the edge of this bed with an old floral comforter that was wrinkled and looked like someone had spilled spaghetti sauce on parts of it. Or maybe it was blood. Who knows. You weren't looking at me now. I tried to imprint this image of you in my head, these flashes of you were all I had. Your dark hair was tied back, braided. Your beard trimmed, with hints of white. Your jaw chiseled and set, Your dark skin was darker than mine but the same in years. You had on a grey shirt you wore as a flannel over a tee shirt. A darker grey tee with a graphic print. The sleeves were rolled up showing the muscles in your arms. My eyes drank you in. I wanted to give you a hug but the tension in the room was so heavy I couldn't move. My heart hurt. You turned to me then, me, standing before you, immobilized. There was a box that sat next to you on this bed, to your right, my left. You picked it up and turned to hand it to me. I was sitting next to you now, on your left, but not close. There was a space between us that seemed too much to be closer. You handed me this box, it wasn't a large box, it was a medium-sized box. A box you would put stuff in when you were letting someone go. And, the realization hit, you were letting me go. This was a box of my stuff, things I'd shared with you over the years. These were our memories that you were giving back to me. A box of the conversations we'd had, the jokes we'd exchanged, the text messages we had sent the other. The secrets we indulged. This was That Box. Why? What happened? What did I do? My vision blurred and I looked up at you again. The fuzzy outline of your silhouette. No words were spoken, the moment, the actions, the feelings spoke volumes. I woke up. Deeply saddened, teary eyed. My heart twisted in knots.