It happened again. I used to dream, Like full coherent dreams, a long while ago. Iâm not sure when they stopped exactly but I know that Iâve only had short scents of late. Probably because I havenât really been sleeping.
The first one was silly and demeaning. I was in the music room like from Glee and for reasons unknown, I had come up with a cute one liner. I didnât watch anything cute or silly last night, so I donât know where this came from but I stood in front of a group of people and with no qualms said âI love Amanda A-Lott-iâ. The level of child like innocence wasnât lost on me. To add insult to injury, she was in there. She did not find that amusing. It was just a play on words with her last name. Iâm sure that the humiliation is just my mind trying to work through the nonsense that is at home in the apartment.
The second dream was more troubling. Moreso because it is a kind of recurring dream/nightmare. Theoretically, all families go on family trips everyone once in a while. So thatâs what we were doing. I had my kids on a trip to New York. I donât think that I could call all of us nerds but we do enjoy the collection of knowledge from different outlets. Iâd like to believe that everyone enjoys knowledge to some extent, whether it be to learn or just to gossip. At sole time throughout our walking about one of the many museums in some generic area, we split up, with my daughter taking my youngest and me walking about with my oldest. We were just supposed to meet up again in one of the later rooms in the museum. Problem being that, naturally, after my oldest and I waited for a while at our meeting point and didnât receive my other two children, we had to backtrack down their path to look for them. When we reached the spot my daughter was the only one there. My daughter lost her phone not too long ago and hadnât had any way to contact us but someone had stopped to talk to her and my youngest son for a little while at one of the exhibits, when someone else came in and scooped him up and ran. My daughter had tried to search for him by herself but had failed and proceeded to just freak out at the loss in one of the exhibits. After enlisting the help of the scattered security and local LEOs, we were corralled into the security office asked questions. When tapes were reviewed I recognized something from my past. The people that were chatting up my daughter looked like a kind of cult or nomadic circus type folk that is dealt with long ago. Thatâs when I mustâve started to wake up because information just became jumbled or hurried. We went for a ride to the marketplace that we had been too earlier and seen some strange characters and then to an apartment with some contacts that I randomly knew. While researching what little I did know from there the mapping system the map jumped to some place in Scotland before glitching and flipping back to our current area. It had felt to me as if the ground beneath me had shifted and I said as much. My people told me to go out for some air. From the second story balcony that I went out on to I saw them. My daughter was outside holding my youngest son, now covered in mud, and surrounded by a group of people that were now dispersing. The leader of the group was wearing a kind of secondhand black suit with a top hat. Black hair and handlebar mustache kind of guy. Next to my daughter and youngest was a rotund younger than teenager child that told me that âwe will try again after next new yearâ before I nodded and they went their way. If Iâm remembering correctly from the last incident that this happened, they were using him to try to see if he could summon or create some sort of golem creature. The situation was rough at best but we were all safe and together, so the dream ended. At which point I woke up to my youngest crawling over my face because he needed to go pee. When he was done he asked for some space on the bed because he wanted to cuddle me. Whatâs weird is that Iâve had the same kind of experience or nightmare about Landon almost a decade ago. Quite possibly had one about myself a long time ago, if Iâm being honest.
