I had many dreams, mainly nightmares and sometimes uplifting ones, about the pente church up until a few months ago.
My husband, thinking he could calm my nightmares when I first left pente, would leave Christian music on while I slept, and I would have horrid nightmares. Finally, I realized what he was doing and that they were directly connected to the music, because it was hyms and they sounded like that church. Of course, I would have nightmares! I never sleep with any music on anymore, something I once enjoyed -- with the right kind of music, of course!
My best dream, upon leaving, was that I was in the rabbit hole of Alice in Wonderland. That rabbit hole in the dream, however, was the camp meeting I attended in Portland, OR. I was going down into that rabbit hole, past the tall evergreen trees, past the people who were in conversation with one another but would glance at me, and on my back, I was carrying a child -- an ugly, skinny, shriveled-up, sickly child whose name was the first name I was given at birth (and since discarded). She clung to me and sniveled, fearful and distrustful of me. I carried her past the cabins, down to the very bottom of the rabbit hole, where I spotted a tiny monument which looked like a 3-foot-high Washington Monument. While her skinny fingers reached for me, grasping at anything she could grab, I pulled her off and pushed her to the ground in front of the monument, then I turned and walked purposely away, while she screamed and cried, pleading loudly. She got all the people's attention, and they yelled at me, trying to make me go back and pick up the child, but I walked by them with purpose, steadily, with merely a glance at them and a little questioning of my cruelty of leaving that child down in the bottom of the rabbit hole by the monument. But I was determined as I walked on past them, past the trees, and up, out of the rabbit hole. Upon emerging, I awoke. Upon awaking, ah, the freedom! I was out!
I did have a few nightmares since then, but they diminished treemendously. And now, as I wrote, it has been months.
My husband, thinking he could calm my nightmares when I first left pente, would leave Christian music on while I slept, and I would have horrid nightmares. Finally, I realized what he was doing and that they were directly connected to the music, because it was hyms and they sounded like that church. Of course, I would have nightmares! I never sleep with any music on anymore, something I once enjoyed -- with the right kind of music, of course!
My best dream, upon leaving, was that I was in the rabbit hole of Alice in Wonderland. That rabbit hole in the dream, however, was the camp meeting I attended in Portland, OR. I was going down into that rabbit hole, past the tall evergreen trees, past the people who were in conversation with one another but would glance at me, and on my back, I was carrying a child -- an ugly, skinny, shriveled-up, sickly child whose name was the first name I was given at birth (and since discarded). She clung to me and sniveled, fearful and distrustful of me. I carried her past the cabins, down to the very bottom of the rabbit hole, where I spotted a tiny monument which looked like a 3-foot-high Washington Monument. While her skinny fingers reached for me, grasping at anything she could grab, I pulled her off and pushed her to the ground in front of the monument, then I turned and walked purposely away, while she screamed and cried, pleading loudly. She got all the people's attention, and they yelled at me, trying to make me go back and pick up the child, but I walked by them with purpose, steadily, with merely a glance at them and a little questioning of my cruelty of leaving that child down in the bottom of the rabbit hole by the monument. But I was determined as I walked on past them, past the trees, and up, out of the rabbit hole. Upon emerging, I awoke. Upon awaking, ah, the freedom! I was out!
I did have a few nightmares since then, but they diminished treemendously. And now, as I wrote, it has been months.
(Wait, it gets better!) I decided to swing by the town house we moved
from a year or so before (in real life), just out of curiosity. As I slowly rode by on my trike, looking it over, the door opened. It startled me, and I
turned around to leave. I looked again, and a woman was coming through the door, walking two panthers on leashes. That made me even more nervous, so I
pedaled a little faster. Looked back again, and the lady had let go of the leashes! AAAGH! I pedaled faster! Looked back. They're much closer! I
cleverly decided to jump straight up, to get away, still holding the trike so it was airborne with me. One of those dream jumps that are hundreds of feet
high. (Love those!) Thought I was safe. (Not thinking ahead to the return to Earth.) I looked behind me. The panthers had jumped too, and were just inches
from my face! One of them grinned. But instead of teeth, it showed red glowing numbers: "
Throw the tricycle at them, and go back to sleep, Tim!
