Dream, Dream, Dream.

I am sure I have told you about my weird dreams before. Definitely about Kevin, the alien that when he gets mad turns in to a queen. For a while now, I have been dreaming about one of my old houses. The dreams I had started out riding my old school bus, from elementary school. I would be on the bus in my old neighborhood and I would get off the bus at my old house and by the time I got off, I’d realize that I don’t live there, and I would start chasing the bus, Mrs. Macy would never stop. I would then somehow try and figure out how to get where I really lived, I never quite knew where that was. Sometimes I would visit my old neighbors. Other times I lived in the house, my mom would open the garage door and I would go inside. It was really weird and had become a reoccurring dream for a while. Then the dreams stopped for a while. It wasn’t like a nightly thing, but it was enough that I would remember it happening quite a bit.

Now, I dream about living in that house like every other week or so. It’s normally that I moved back in. It would look different inside almost every time, never like I remembered it. It never has the basement where I used to sing and dance or the place under the stairs I would have my club house in. It is weird. I know it’s normal to dream about things in the past. I have definitely had weirder dreams, but it is crazy that it is the same theme and almost the same dream or variation of it. I am an adult and Noah is with me. Every time I dream it, I think well now I don’t have to dream about living here anymore. I had the dream very recently, and once I said that, I woke up. I had one of those abrupt where am I wake ups. I woke up in my house. I don’t think I have ever had a dream that I dreamed about waking up like a dream inside a dream. Maybe I have, I don’t really know.

I don’t know if it has to do with something going on in my mind or what that is making me dream about that particular house. I don’t talk to my old neighbors or anything. I don’t spend a lot of time thinking about that house. Dreams are such a weird and complex thing. I am not sure what causes some of them. I had a dream about my Grandma Rose where I was at her house and she let in an escaped mental patient and he came after us. I think it would be really cool to watch our dreams. I am pretty good about remembering my dreams. I would love to see the ones I don’t remember though.

Do you have weird dreams? Do you dream them more than once?

Childhood Bad Dreams

A lot of children have bad dreams. When I was a child I would have them fairly often. I would dream about weird things and now 20 some years later I still remember a few of the dreams I had. I thought I would share one with you. This was my reoccurring nightmare. You could mention his name and my mom would start talking about him. My nightmare was about an alien named Kevin. Yes, he was an alien and he was named Kevin. Why he was an alien I don’t know? I also don’t know why his name was Kevin? Kevin would come visit me and then when he got mad he would turn in to a mean queen.

Yes, I will recap that for you, when I was little I had nightmares about an alien named Kevin and when he got mad he would turn in to a mean queen. It would scare me so much. Not just to the point where I would wake up and cry, but to the point where I would go crawl in bed with my parents. My mom would ask me if I had the Kevin dream again and I would cry and say yes. I must have had this dream every so often for at least a year. I have no idea what the point of it was. It’s not like I sat around watching alien shows I don’t think. The X-files wasn’t on yet, and I was really young so I was probably watching Sesame Street and other kid’s shows. Of course dreams aren’t meant to make any sense. So, yes I am weird. I still have weird dreams but I have been Kevin free for quite some time. Now, I just dream about other weird things.

How about you? Do you have weird dreams? Did you have any reoccurring dreams as a child?