Hot Chills and Dreams and Death....
I wanted to start this blog specifically to write about my dreams, because I rarely ever remember them when I awaken, and when I do, they're very quickly forgotten and I rarely ever think of them again.
Last night, when an old friend was over, I fell asleep on the couch, unable to stay awake to visit any longer. I had some alcohol and was already pretty tired, so crashing was inevitable. I woke up about an hour or so later with a horrible chill running through my body. I felt as if death were ready to claim me. I immediately ran to the bathroom and ran hot water, hoping to ease the chill. I began to fall asleep again, so I got out. The chill never completely went away. In fact, every single time I woke up that night after heading to my bed, I was drenched in sweat and if I so much as moved a muscle, another chill would coarse through my body. If I stayed completely still, I seemed to be okay, just hot and sweaty. I was really hot too... it was one of the wierdest feelings I've ever had. I don't think I had a fever. I didn't feel feverish and I usually know when I have one. It was very scary but I was too sleepy to care for very long so I would quickly drift back to sleep.
Anyway, in between these very odd wakings, I would dream and most every dream was about death or something unsettling. In my first dream, my husband kept dying on me. The first time, he was in some sort of unusual medical care place and was missing most of his body. He was dead. His body remained there but I felt this need for it to remain hidden. He was still alive though. It's like he was replaced with an identical version each time because he died several times, once I think by my own hand. I hid that one in the trunk of my car along with a few other people, whom I didn't even know. I remember worrying that someone would find these bodies or that their stench would attract attention. I began to consider dumping them someplace they would never be discovered so I could be free of their burden. I was more disturbed than anything and for some reason, the fact that he kept dying didn't bother me. It's like I knew he was always going to still be there. At the end, I finally told him about his deaths and his dead bodies everywhere and I woke up again.
When I went back to sleep, we had these redneck neighbors who lived behind us with a chain link fence between our yards. I had this creepy old shed that we kept padlocked. There were inhuman, hidious creatures living inside that would make very scary noises. I cleaned the shed out trying to find them which is when I realized they weren't just hiding in the shed, they had made their homes in the walls. I put everything back and left. When I came back home from wherever I had gone, the door had been opened and the padlock missing. I went in to see what had happened and apparently, it had a back door that was also open. I went to it and my neighbor, who had long, straight, dark brown hair, was standing outside removing my son's power wheels and had already stolen most everything else that had been in there. His redneck family came out and we started fighting. The next thing I knew, I'm off to this really huge theatrical type event. It had an air of darkness to it and something just didn't feel right. I vaguely remember there being these warped clowns and hundreds of people in the crowd. Someone was after the people there and was trying to render everyone helpless so they could steal their valuables. I remember on my way out, finding money laying around everywhere, mostly $100 bills and picking them up. I figured there was no way to find the rightful owners since you just couldn't trust someone to tell the truth, so decided I would donate the money to charity. The dream ended.
My dreams really made absolutely no sense at all, but they were just so bizarre, I felt compelled to put them to words so I wouldn't forget. I may add later as I remember more, if I do. When I finally woke up for good this morning, I just remember laying there trying to move without the painful chills, and finally, my body overcame the strange possession.
Last night, when an old friend was over, I fell asleep on the couch, unable to stay awake to visit any longer. I had some alcohol and was already pretty tired, so crashing was inevitable. I woke up about an hour or so later with a horrible chill running through my body. I felt as if death were ready to claim me. I immediately ran to the bathroom and ran hot water, hoping to ease the chill. I began to fall asleep again, so I got out. The chill never completely went away. In fact, every single time I woke up that night after heading to my bed, I was drenched in sweat and if I so much as moved a muscle, another chill would coarse through my body. If I stayed completely still, I seemed to be okay, just hot and sweaty. I was really hot too... it was one of the wierdest feelings I've ever had. I don't think I had a fever. I didn't feel feverish and I usually know when I have one. It was very scary but I was too sleepy to care for very long so I would quickly drift back to sleep.
Anyway, in between these very odd wakings, I would dream and most every dream was about death or something unsettling. In my first dream, my husband kept dying on me. The first time, he was in some sort of unusual medical care place and was missing most of his body. He was dead. His body remained there but I felt this need for it to remain hidden. He was still alive though. It's like he was replaced with an identical version each time because he died several times, once I think by my own hand. I hid that one in the trunk of my car along with a few other people, whom I didn't even know. I remember worrying that someone would find these bodies or that their stench would attract attention. I began to consider dumping them someplace they would never be discovered so I could be free of their burden. I was more disturbed than anything and for some reason, the fact that he kept dying didn't bother me. It's like I knew he was always going to still be there. At the end, I finally told him about his deaths and his dead bodies everywhere and I woke up again.
When I went back to sleep, we had these redneck neighbors who lived behind us with a chain link fence between our yards. I had this creepy old shed that we kept padlocked. There were inhuman, hidious creatures living inside that would make very scary noises. I cleaned the shed out trying to find them which is when I realized they weren't just hiding in the shed, they had made their homes in the walls. I put everything back and left. When I came back home from wherever I had gone, the door had been opened and the padlock missing. I went in to see what had happened and apparently, it had a back door that was also open. I went to it and my neighbor, who had long, straight, dark brown hair, was standing outside removing my son's power wheels and had already stolen most everything else that had been in there. His redneck family came out and we started fighting. The next thing I knew, I'm off to this really huge theatrical type event. It had an air of darkness to it and something just didn't feel right. I vaguely remember there being these warped clowns and hundreds of people in the crowd. Someone was after the people there and was trying to render everyone helpless so they could steal their valuables. I remember on my way out, finding money laying around everywhere, mostly $100 bills and picking them up. I figured there was no way to find the rightful owners since you just couldn't trust someone to tell the truth, so decided I would donate the money to charity. The dream ended.
My dreams really made absolutely no sense at all, but they were just so bizarre, I felt compelled to put them to words so I wouldn't forget. I may add later as I remember more, if I do. When I finally woke up for good this morning, I just remember laying there trying to move without the painful chills, and finally, my body overcame the strange possession.
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