Strange

I had a strange dream the other day. I don't often dream, but when I do, I try to take note of it. I think, usually, I dream when I'm really struggling with things, or when I'm so exhausted that I actually sleep. This was a strange dream, and because of that, I decided to actually write it down. So, I'm sharing it here. It was kind of all over the place, so it doesn't flow well, like a story would. Either way, I wrote it down. Lemme know what you think.

I was in a (mall/hospital?).

My SIL was getting arrested (for what?) She was handcuffed and talking to the police officer. There was a woman who was writing the ticket (not an officer) and a crowd gathering and watching what was going on. I was yelling and cursing at the officer and the lady for arresting my SIL. My SIL was embarrassed at the way I was behaving, as was I (after a while). The ticket-writing woman was getting snippy and pulling the “attitude” with me. They walked my SIL down the hall with handcuffs on and took her to prison.

I walked down the hall with my mom, who wasn’t feeling well. She sat down, and I called a doctor over to help. They admitted her into the hospital. She didn’t want to stay, so we left the room.

I had a breakdown, I couldn’t take anymore stress. They admitted ME into the hospital, where they gave me medication and sent me on my way.

I met with my mom again, and she was getting arrested. She had another episode of not feeling well, so they admitted her back into the hospital.

I walked down the hall and sat on the stairs. I saw a friend (ca) walk out of his office. He was walking with a co-worker of his, but looked up and saw me. I motioned that I needed just a few minutes to talk, but he shook his head no. Seeing that I really needed a shoulder to cry on, he explained to his co-worker he’d be back in a moment. He took a few minutes to talk with me anyway, which meant a lot. We hugged, and I told him quickly what was going on, and started crying. He held me close for a while and comforted me. It meant a lot to me. However, he had to go to back to work. He was clearly upset because he had to leave.

I called my husband to come get me, and help me work all this out. He drove to the (hospital/mall?). We decided to meet in the parking lot. There was a picnic bench under a tree. We sat and talked a while, when he went back to the car to get something. He left his phone behind, and I sat there waiting for him to come back.

Meanwhile, a couple of guys came up, threw their backpacks on the table, and sat down to talk. They made a big commotion about it, and tried mixing up their backpacks in an effort to confuse me. They were trying to steal our phones, but in the end, I was able to move the backpacks and outsmart them. I picked up both phones, told them not to mess with me, and walked toward the parking lot. They left me alone after that.

While I was walking, there was a black man—acting drunk or stoned or something, and asking me for something. I wanted to get away from him, but he was persistent and wouldn’t leave me alone. He kept getting closer and closer until he was “on top” of me (meaning, just in my space).

I called for my husband, who was now in his car. He drove around, and then right past me. I thought he was going to stop and pick me up and save me, but he just kept driving. He saw I needed him, but he just ignored me. I couldn’t call him (I still had his phone), so I kept running to get away from this guy.

I tried to hide in a school bus; I got in and tried to keep the doors closed with my feet while he pushed and pounded on them. He walked toward the back, and opened the emergency exit, and I left the bus. Of course, he was standing right there. I pushed him away and walked around the other side of the bus, where an officer was standing. I told him that I was trying to get this guy away from me, that he was following me and bugging me and I needed (the officer) to listen to me. The strange guy said I was over-reacting, and that we knew each other. I was begging the officer to listen to me and believe what I was saying. The officer finally asked why he should believe me, and the drunken guy straighten up and they both started laughing. They were in this together—they were from the “probation office” (or something) and keeping an eye on me because of my SIL’s arrest.

So, they left me alone.

I went back into the hospital to try to find my mom. I walked up to the surgery desk, and asked about her. They sent me to the admitting desk. They looked it up for me, and said that she had been admitted, she’s staying the night, and that she had a heart attack. They said that they were doing (some sort of specific heart surgery).

I went back outside, found a grassy hill, and sat down. I thought about everything that was going on, and decided to call my friend. (The same friend that had to get back to work) As I was dialing, I heard a noise behind me, turned to look, and saw a man jump out at me, ready to attack.

I screamed (out loud) and woke up. (And screamed so loud I woke up my husband, too!)