Thornapple House

March 5, 2009 at 1:18 am (Dreams) (, , , , , , , )

May 2007

Dream about living in Thornapple house again. (was a big house and land I used to own….when I lived there, I always had dreams about living with a lot of people…like 20)

I woke up and there was a lot of luggage outside. I was cleaning fish tanks and small animal cages. I lived there but there were people that stayed there sometimes.

They had brought really big dogs… three of them, they were Dobermans. Biggest ones I had ever seen. There names were China, Duke and AJ.

There was a cocktail party and I was still working on cleaning a rat cage with a pregnant rat in it. There was a chinchilla set up in the master bedroom, that was pregnant too.

There were a lot of people in the house and I had kept asking the woman there why all these people were in my house but she never did answer me. I had asked earlier when I saw all their luggage outside as well, who they were and whether or not they lived there. Never got an answer.

There were more dogs outside five large german shepherds and a springer spaniel. No names for those. One of them was tied to a truck and was pulling it across the yard to try to get at a squirrel.

There was a couple at the party, a man and lady…no idea if they were supposed to be married or not. They were nice. I kept worrying about someone spilling something in the fish tanks.

The house seemed to get bigger as more people came in. I don’t have any idea who any of them were. Everyone seemed happy to see me and the thing that bothered me was that they all knew why I was there and no one would tell me. Just smile and disappear.

There was an older woman that kept trying to watch television. There were two televisions. One was set up for satellite tv and the other one for movies and games. She kept putting this movie inside a really old Nintendo console and turning on the other television and getting the news. I showed her what she needed to do. But by the time I got the dvd into the dvd player and the right tv turned on she had disappeared.

Then it was the next morning and I was standing with the woman that first showed up with the luggage and we were polishing silverware and putting it in the flatware chest. There were two children sitting across from me at a black marble counter eating chocolate cake. I thought it was a little early for them to be eating chocolate cake.

Then I was there alone again with all these dogs they had brought outside. It occurred to me to get ready to leave. So I got dressed and then I “popped” into the back of a light blue VW van. We were in a big parking lot. I was in the very back seat and the couple, the man and woman from earlier were there. She was driving and he was in the back seat in front of me.

She got out and I watched her walk to whatever store it was we were at and then turned to look at this guy, and he started to kiss me. For a long time. I kept thinking that people don’t kiss me in my dreams and what the hell was he doing. Then she came back so he stopped. And I was very confused. Then I realized I had something in my mouth. There was a white button, a gold paperclip, a red paperclip and a very tiny silver key in my mouth. So I got them out and showed them to him and said, “Do you want these back?” and he said no.

Then I was suddenly on the street of my house that I live in now. I was crossing the street away from my house and I saw a UPS van/motorhome coming. One of the older ones, not the Mercedes they drive now. So I had time I thought… but as I got across the centerline the vehicle started to change, it got bigger and started to swerve. I saw a man in it, he hung his head out the window and screamed, “Finally, I’ve got you, bitch!” So I made to run and was stuck….so I tried to fall and roll…which I did…just barely.

He ran the stop sign (as I was right by it) flew across the street and slammed into the firehouse….all the way through it, pushing the fireengine all the way through it too.

Then I ran back across the street to a little tiny store, yanked the door open and screamed to call 911… they said they already did because they saw it on the news. I said what do you mean, it just happened, it could not have been on the news…and they said yeah…we watched it all happen on the news but they didn’t say it was you, they said it was one of your sisters. I was confused, no… how did they figure it was one of my sisters? It was me. I tried to look at the news but could not get into the building.

So then I went around to the back door and wanted a soda, they were out of Mt.Dew but the waitress said I could use the employee soda machine in the back, it had Mt. Dew in it. So I got back there and it was out too. So I said to her that I needed caffeine and she said to get coffee out of the pot across the room. So I got a foam cup and put coffee in it but it melted the cup. I was making this really big mess.. the cups kept melting and people were starting to look at me funny and I apologized to the lady behind the counter that I was sorry for the mess but I really needed caffeine and the cups kept melting. She said that was alright, they would clean the mess and that I should go to the park.

So I did, not knowing why…and that guy was there again, the one that kissed me. I tried to go behind some trees and go around him but he saw me anyway. I kept walking faster and he caught up and asked where I was going. I said I was going for a walk. He said I should go back to the house. I didn’t know why and I started to get angry because he should not have kissed me and I don’t know what to do with this little tiny key. I said I would go back to the house if he told me what the key was for.

He seemed confused and thought I had used it already. I asked how I could have used it if I didn’t know what it was for. He said it was for the box. I said what box, I haven’t seen any box. He said I would and then I would have the key for it. I asked him what was in the box and he said there was a paper in the box that I needed. I got more angry at him…more angry at the dream…more angry at this box – key idea. Then he disappeared.
I decided I should go back to that house and demand explanations until I got them. As I was going back there was a car following me. It was a really big and old green Cadillac, like an old Seville or something. It had a huge silver hood ornament on it that looked like a gargoyle and very darkly tinted windows. Already having people be mean to me and try to kill me I thought that I would just approach the car, and I did on the passengers side. Just walked up to it and hit the window. The car stopped and the window started coming down. There was a woman in there with long black hair. She was very white, had huge dark brown eyes. I wouldn’t say she was pretty…she was creepy. She smiled…had really big teeth and a lot of them…more than a person usually has. So I said, tell me what the hell you want or leave me alone. She laughed and said she wanted the box. I started yelling about the damn box that I didn’t have the box and I was tired of people trying to kill me for the freaking box. If you want the damn box go find it yourself, I don’t even want the damn thing, I been looking for it for 18 years… I don’t care what the heck is in it…she can have it.. just leave me the heck alone.

She smiled and offered me cake! I called her a few names and then proceeded to stand in front of the car and make them run me over. I tried really hard. It did not work.

I went back to that store. And asked if I was on the news again, they said no but there was a story about a man that woke up without his spine. Some woman had creeped into his house while he was sleeping and scratched his spine out. I thought, yeah…that’s that woman I just saw.

I started walking back to the house again four vehicles swerved to hit me. I could see the drivers before they swerved. They were normal and then they kind of wiggled and changed right before they swerved at me. Each time I jumped into the ditch and they went back on the road.

I got to the house and that dog that was tied to the truck had drug it all the way down the hill to the pasture. I thought it was funny for such a small dog. I went inside and there were those two kids again, looking at an aquarium but it did not look like the set up that I did…it was only half full of water. There were a lot of animals in it though so I went to look. It was full of little tiny dinosaurs. There were some in the water, some on land and tiny teradactals flying in the “air”. I thought, what the heck is this anyway… this is not right.

I asked the kids to be quiet because I was going to take a nap because too many people tried to kill me already today and I went into my master bedroom and shut the doors and got into bed. I could not sleep and so I rolled over and there was the kissing fool again. I said, “If you freaking kiss me or try to scratch out my spine I’m going to kill you.” He laughed and said no, he would not do those things. Then he touched my head and I woke up.

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Big Dog Dream

March 5, 2009 at 1:15 am (Dreams) (, , , , , , , )

March 2007

Ok so in my dream I’m walking my own dog and it’s night time and it’s dark. I was really happy about something…not sure what…it was like…I had just been somewhere and was walking home very happy and almost floating/glowing.

I was across the street from my house going through the alley by the post office when this ENORMOUS dog came our from the side of the building. It had shaggy a grey/black/blonde coat and was muscular and thin…not like skinny thin…more like efficient hunter thin. Not exactly like a wolf…much different… (the dog I actually saw tonight in real life was much smaller but colored the same so..I guess that’s what prompted me to write about it).

Anyways my own dog in the dream disappeared and the alley I was walking in turned into a street in a city lined with warehouses. I kept walking and this dog kept following me. I turned around to face it and asked what it wanted and it whined and was panting, it’s mouth was gaping open and it’s tongue lolling to the side and I could see foamy blood in the back of its throat.

It kept foaming and dripping. So I just kept walking and the thing kept getting closer then finally was caught up with me and kept putting its head under my hand like it wanted me to pet it.

At this time I am a little concerned because I really don’t want rabies so I’m looking for people. I did not try to get into any of the empty buildings…but I did try to “lose it” between them and climbing over things because it seemed to me it might get tired and stop following me.

So then I started to run as soon as I turned a corner because I saw a house with a light on it. I quickly left this animal behind and was furiously banging on the front door of this house and finally a person opened the door and I said quick, let me in and I no more than said that when the person said, “Oh, what a pretty dog!” And the thing jumped on the person and ate their head.

I took off running and then suddenly I was standing back behind the post office with my own dog and nothing going on…like nothing had happened.

Huh.

Dunno…lol my dreams are getting more and more bizarre and I don’t remember if I have ever dreamed so much with me in them. I’m not usually in my dreams. AND I keep seeing myself looking at me all the time. wth. lol I’m like…right in my face…. it is a weird feeling let me tell ya what.

Thing is about this dog dream. I have tried and tried to think of anything that I feel is “out to get me” or something…. I cannot think of anything at all. It was like it wanted me to help it… it never growled at me or came at me…just kept following me, dripping. Realy it never did anything to me at all nor seemed mean……cept when it, in one bite, bit the head off the person that opened the door.

This will sound silly too but… it was not like it was a viscious attack… I mean yeah…it bit the person’s head off…but it didn’t growl…there was no like “torture” no ripping and tearing and blood flying everywhere…just snatch and gulp….. the thing was big enough to be a small horse actually…. I could have ridden it if I had wanted to get that close.

I dunno.

Oh I should probably say…. I was not really “scared” in the dream… I mean I wasn’t panicing and I didn’t think it was going to “get me”… I was just pretty leary because…well.. it was freaking huge and blood was foaming out its mouth lol… though…I never really got the feeling it was going to try to bite me. There was no overwhelming idea of harm coming to myself… I just kept thinking that I didn’t want rabies LOL

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Helicopter Dream

March 5, 2009 at 1:09 am (Dreams) (, , , )

April 2007

Went to a bar and met the bartender he had dark hair, good looking; we seemed to get along and started talking. There was another bartender as well, a bit older, he wasn’t the bar owner but he and the dark haired one had known each. The dark haired one said he wanted to show me something and wished I would stay for him and I decided that would be a good idea, neither of us was drinking alcohol.

I sat at the bar talking to random people and sometimes dancing. I watched a lot of women hit on this bartender friend of mine and when each drunken woman would hit on him, he’d look at me and stick his tongue out or roll his eyes or do the choking thing with his hands and he smiled a lot.

Some guys were playing poker…and the one was really excited that it was a different kind of poker game in that no one knew how much was in the pot, sometimes it was a lot, like a million dollars, sometimes it wasn’t but it was never under 5 grand. I found this amusing but not as amusing as some sort of table centerpiece someone had made which was a twisted wire coat hanger that was standing in the middle of the table with a roll of toilet paper on it.

There was some other woman, who seemed like she was a regular of the bar that kept trying to be mean to me, but it didn’t bother me, she was drunk. She would follow me around the bar harassing me. At some point I went up to the bar to get an ice tea and the dark haired man asked if I was alright, and if she was bothering me. I told him I was fine and she didn’t bother me at all. He said he was sorry but glad that I was okay and that he’d be done with work shortly. The woman came back then and shoved me out of the way and he and I smiled at each other and I went back to dancing.

Then the bar closed and everyone left and they were cleaning up and the dogs, the other bartender and mine were running around in the bar. The bar was really big too…like a superstore.

Then all three of us started going somewhere and my dogs were with and the other bartender’s dog was with…we went to a house…and the dogs were supposed to stay there outside. We were walking in the snow and my dogs kept following me. I finally got it across to them not to follow but because I had to keep going back to them, the dark haired guy got ahead of me. At this point the other guy said goodbye to me and I started hurrying in the other direction as he was smiling and waving at me.

Then I had to cross a river that was dry, the ground was like mud but there was snow everywhere else that was not where the river was. I wasn’t sure where I was and couldn’t hear or see the guy I was with, so I called 911 on cell phone as I was walking across this and she told me to tell her what was around.

As soon as I told her I was crossing a dried up but muddy river…she started getting excited on the phone and I started sinking in the mud…so I started to run and the ground was getting shaky and gooey and I kept slipping and falling down. It seemed like I might sink in….and right when she was screaming, “SHE”S GETTING ACROSS THE RIVER!” I got to the other side.

There was a big granite wall there, I could easily get over the river side…it was about 10 feet across the top…and then snow on the other side up to the top of the wall and then up a hill and stacked up…like it had been shoveled or pushed into piles. I jumped into the snow and started to sink. I remembered in my head a show I watched once that said if you start sinking in snow like that not to panic because even if it covers your head, if you don’t panic and regulate your breathing and remember which way the sky is, that when you climb out and take many rests you would be ok. As soon as I remembered this, I stopped sinking and the snow was about up to my neck. I was able to crawl out without a lot of effort or difficulty.

I started off along the bank; I wasn’t sure which way the dark haired man went but thought I would go a little ways to see. He was waiting for me by a shack that was up on stilts. He was worried about me and thought he lost me. There was like a rescue station but not as tall. He got some supplies and told me to wait a little bit, he was going to get some stuff ready and get the helicopter. I wasn’t sure what was going on or where we were going, but I trusted him so it was fine. I started looking around the shack, noticed a CB radio set up, life vests, MRE’s, first aid kits, some folding chairs and a desk/table. There were papers everywhere.

Then suddenly a guy showed up, he was panting and out of breath, red in the face. I had not seen this guy before, he said something about an emergency call and someone being stranded. He was out of breath and looked like a county deputy. I thought it was funny that a county cop would come on a rescue and not a ranger, and then he asked if I was the one that called and I said yes but I’m ok, I found my friend.

Then he asked how I got across the river and I said I walked. He seemed really disturbed by this. Then he said he had to get me out of there and I refused. He asked where my friend was and I told him he went to get the helicopter and would be right back. This sent this man into a panic and he pulled out a shotgun from somewhere behind him and was screaming into his either cell phone or walkie-talkie or the CB (not sure because I was looking out the window and saw the helicopter coming).

The helicopter was banking around the corner, and was over the river. I noticed the river had water in it now and huge chunks of ice and it was raging; going fast, dangerous looking. I did not think this was weird but in my head I thought, “Oh, so THAT’S why she was so upset on the phone.”

The guy that was upset about it was yelling, “They’re here and he’s coming with the helicopter!” Then he made reference to it being a traffic or news helicopter and I turned and looked at the guy and said, “No, don’t you see it? It’s right there, it’s not a news ‘copter, it’s an Apache.” The guy turned and looked out the open door… and started screaming at the other person again.

It was then that I saw the dark haired man outside on the steps below with a gun. Not sure what kind, but it wasn’t a rifle and it was not a regular handgun…it was a bit bigger but not like a sawed off shotgun. He motioned for me to be quiet and come out. I snuck out and got behind the dark haired man, who pushed me around the side of the building. He whispered to go around to the clearing through the trees and wait for him; the helicopter would be landing there.

As I was starting to walk away, I heard the man in the shack say, “She’s gone!” I heard the sound of something hitting the floor like a telephone and feet moving and heard him fire the shotgun. I turned around and saw the cop coming down the stairs and the dark haired man shot him and turned to run towards me. He asked me if I was ok, and he looked very worried and distressed. I said I was fine. “Ok,” he said, “I didn’t want you to see stuff like that.” I said again that it was okay. Then I could hear the helicopter again and he said he had to hurry to meet the helicopter. As we ran through the trees, with the sound of the helicopter overcoming any other natural sound, I woke up.

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Oil Factory Dream

March 5, 2009 at 1:07 am (Dreams) (, , , , , )

April 2007

I’m in my mother’s house up in the room I grew up in. It’s night and … ok I’ll just say I’m doing a type of ritual up there and when I do it I start floating…not a lot just a little…so I repeat it and something keeps happening it’s like something is holding me up, lifting me. I repeated it like 6 times in the dream; it was weird. Then I heard people downstairs. So I start getting dressed. There are no doors on the rooms up there and someone is coming upstairs. It is *Bob. My mother’s ex-whatever, and he just walks right into my room and turns the light on, so I had quickly grabbed the blanket…cuz I was nekkid :D

So anyways there I am and he asks me to come downstairs…course I bicker with him telling him that he could have stopped in the hall and said something instead of barging right in then he said something about there was no door to knock on and then I got angry at his stupidity again. So anyways.

I get dressed and go down stairs. There was all this food cooking and the living room was much larger than normal and there was furniture in it that Mom got rid of long ago as well as the newer furniture. The old love seat that folds out into a bed was there and a dark haid guy was sitting on the end of it talking with Greg and some other guy. Mom was in the dining room. So I went in there and asked Mom what was going on…she expressed her displeasure but apparently didn’t mind that much…and she said that Greg and this other older guy just got back from some trip. She didn’t say anything about the guy sitting on the fold out.

So then I messed with the pots on the stove to see what was in them and Greg said he was cooking and to leave it all alone unless I intended to cook. So I went into the living room for cocktails and hors de vors. When I walked in there, there was suddenly no place to sit except for the fold out bed. So I sat on the right side by the back (or what would be the head of the bed). I basically stretched out on that one side. Mom came in and handed me some drink that I just kind of held and Greg kept offering me some sort of homemade venison salami he made but…I’ve had it before and don’t like it so I was graciously (lol yeah) trying to fend that and some yucky green olives off..

Then the guy that was sitting on the end of the bed just got up and lay down next to me. He never said a word. It’s not a very big fold out…not for two people at all so it ended up after shifting here and there, that his head was like under my left arm pit and his shoulder and his right arm were just laying on top of me,

THEN…

I was with a group of people and this same dark haired guy in the dark outside some building. There was a dog with us that looked kind of like a Chesapeake Bay Retriever. He seemed to follow me. So these people in the group were talking. I think there were three of them. They didn’t talk to the dark haired man and no one talked to me either. He started walking toward this factory building and the three followed and then me then the dog by my left hand.

We started going all over in this building. It was very dirty, there was oil and grease and grime all over everything. Huge series of machines lined just about every corridor. There were these rubber mats on some of the floors, like you see in restaurants with the circles in them and as you walked the oil and grease would come oozing out. We turned a corner and were in a long room that had dirty concrete only on the floors and I all of a sudden wanted to take my shoes off. So I did that.

I remember only seeing a few people working at these machines so far in the dream. Just one here and there, they did not interact. They were all very dirty and wore blue uniforms that were streaked and stained with oil and grease. There were huge pipes of oil along the walls and some places it leaked out.

So I’m following along barefoot and we start going down these stairs and come to a hallway with more of the mats. I start to hear sounds like a huge metal press and hear metal grinding and welding sounds. Things get louder and louder and the building is like it’s shaking. All I can hear is the slamming of metal on metal and it shakes the building each time it does it. As I look ahead I see sparks flying and pieces of metal shavings all over the floor…so I hurry up and start running back for my shoes.

At this point…me trying to get through the corridors without my shoes, I start slipping and falling. I find my shoes and turn to run back to everyone when suddenly I’m outside and the dog is with me. THEN I said to the dog, “I have to get back in…. go get the computer.”… and he runs off. I start running back into the building and the way I need to go is blocked by fire…so I keep running through the building, floor after floor, room after room, stairways up and down…

I get into some floor that has windows in it in the top, those cube glass ones and the sun must be coming up and I start hearing something coming and here comes the dog with a filing cabinet in it’s mouth and he slips on oil as he comes around a corner and the filing cabinet goes under the stairs. He slides to a stop under some piece of equipment and he seems hurt or just very tired. Then I realize that the thing that I heard coming was not him…it was something really big and really mad.

So I keep running more and finally, I’m in some sort of locker room and I start getting mad because I don’t know why I’m here, I don’t know what is happening, I don’t know what this thing is. I stood there and closed my eyes and worked up (apparently) a bunch of energy and then sent it out. I huge ball shoots out of me, bigger than I am and then I see the big thing in front of me. It’s totally black, really has no form but there are eyes and a mouth full of teeth..lots of teeth

I see this huge image of his face and I see the ball coming toward him and it hits him and he just grins. He sticks out his finger and smacks me on the head and says, “Next time.”

Then I woke up.

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