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candylandIt's eight-fifteen in the morning, and for once, I'm WIDE awake. I'm almost never this alert this early.
I had a very strange dream last night, and for some reason I remember it quite vividly. I usually have a problem remembering my dreams, but this one is cemented very plainly in my mind. It's not like two nights ago, where I "dreamt" that my cell phone rang at 3 AM and I got up to turn it off and went back to bed--I checked the next morning and found that it actually had decided to start ringing at three in the morning. No number left, though. Go figure.
Anyway, this dream.
I was at my Grandpa's house. This, in itself, is strange because we moved Grandpa into a home nearly a year ago. But I was in the dining room, and there was someone there with me. He's a little bit blurry, but it looked a lot like either my uncle Tom (who is deceased) or my uncle Bill (who lives in Texas, and who I don't get to see very often). They were talking to me, though I couldn't understand the words. I got the general impression that somebody had died, the whole thing was very somber.
Then my uncle (whichever one it was) lead me down the hall. There was a door there, even though in Grandpa's house there was actually a big mirror. We went through the door into a room that looked familiar, even though I had never seen it before. It was a long, fairly narrow room, with lots of shelves on the walls, and a desk and a chair at one end. The whole place was done up in dark colors and a lot of wood panelling; I remember that the carpet was blue, green, purple, and black. I sat down in a chair, and for some reason I was very upset about something, and again I got the feeling that there had been some sort of loss. My uncle opened the door that we had come through to enter the room, and instead of the hallway there was an enormous closet there--it was big enough that it was almost like another room.
We went in. It was full of just stuff. I remember that I was looking around, seeing all these old toys and books and tools and things. It was like somebody's attic, just full of old family treasures and heirlooms. My uncle went over to some clothing racks that were hanging from the ceiling, and he took a hanger down and handed it to me. It was a coat, small enough for an infant to wear. For some reason, I remember it had a hood, and it was printed in that green and brown camouflage pattern, like the guys in the military wear.
In the dream, I was absolutely fascinated by that jacket. I was just staring at it. And then my uncle told me that it was my dad's first coat, from when he was little. And then he said something else, but the words were all jarbled, so I just kept staring at this jacket.
That was when I started to wake up. And I was just aware enough to feel a tear run down my face, the first of quite a few. I've never woken up crying before, but for some reason this morning, I did.
I just stayed sprawled in bed for a while. I woke up before my alarm, so I just listened to the sounds outside my window and stared at the ceiling. I finally got up at eight AM, and then I felt compelled to write this down. And since I don't have class until 9:30 AM, I decided to go for it. I don't usually remember my dreams THAT clearly, and I don't know why I woke up crying. But this is the best I've felt upon waking up in a long time. I actually feel rested.
The other strange thing about the dream was that the uncles in question are both uncles on my mother's side of the family. The Grandpa I referenced is my maternal grandfather. My paternal grandfather passed away when I was in eighth grade. Yet it was my father's first coat that was placed in my hands. Also, the camouflage thing kind of intrigues me--Daddy was a Marine for twenty years, way back in the day. He retired after I was born, though.
Another kind of odd thing happened last night, actually. I ran an errand with a friend, and got back a little after eleven. I went up to my room, and ended up putting my headphones on and listening to music and chatting with people until almost one in the morning. Then I crawled into bed, and I glanced over at the clock on my microwave, and I swear to you it read four or five after one in the morning. I lay back and closed my eyes, but I couldn't fall asleep right away. After a little while, I looked over at the clock again (it's the only clock in my room that I can read in the dark without getting up), and honest to goodness it STILL read five after one. Maybe I was just imagining things, but it was a little bit strange.
And a third semi-strange thing that's happened to me in the past couple of days. A few nights ago (I think it was on Saturday), I was on AOL IM when my cousin Ashley signed on and messaged me. Now, Ashley is one year older than me, and the two of us were childhood best friends. We grew up together, shared the same crib, etc. We've always been pretty close, but we haven't been able to talk much lately because we're both at school. So it was really nice to hear from her.
We talked for a few minutes, and then Ashley asked, out of the blue, if I was okay, if anything was wrong. I said I was doing good. And then she told me that she has been thinking about me almost non-stop for some reason this past week. It's not like she never thinks about me, but for the past few days, she had just been constantly thinking about me, and always with a sort of bad feeling. She was really worried, and she was actually thinking about calling me to see if I was okay.
The week in question was Homecoming week. I am an RA, so I'd been in charge of helping with some activities and such, and getting some groups organized. I had been getting ZERO help from my brother floor RA in the matter, so I was seriously stressed out, almost to the point of being physically ill a couple of times. It was the week from hell, the most strung-out and exhausted I've been in a long time. And I thought it was odd that Ashley would be so worried about me for no adequately explained reason (like I said, we hadn't talked for a while) at the time when I was about ready to just keel over. But again, we did share the crib when we were kids. Maybe we do have a slight connection or something. I wouldn't mind. She is one of my best friends, and I do worry about her (whether she wants me to or not).
Thanks for reading. I just wanted to record all of this for posterity. I really hope everything's all right at home...I might call my mother this evening and check on everyone. I feel compelled to do so.
Later,
Candy-chan ^_^
I had a very strange dream last night, and for some reason I remember it quite vividly. I usually have a problem remembering my dreams, but this one is cemented very plainly in my mind. It's not like two nights ago, where I "dreamt" that my cell phone rang at 3 AM and I got up to turn it off and went back to bed--I checked the next morning and found that it actually had decided to start ringing at three in the morning. No number left, though. Go figure.
Anyway, this dream.
I was at my Grandpa's house. This, in itself, is strange because we moved Grandpa into a home nearly a year ago. But I was in the dining room, and there was someone there with me. He's a little bit blurry, but it looked a lot like either my uncle Tom (who is deceased) or my uncle Bill (who lives in Texas, and who I don't get to see very often). They were talking to me, though I couldn't understand the words. I got the general impression that somebody had died, the whole thing was very somber.
Then my uncle (whichever one it was) lead me down the hall. There was a door there, even though in Grandpa's house there was actually a big mirror. We went through the door into a room that looked familiar, even though I had never seen it before. It was a long, fairly narrow room, with lots of shelves on the walls, and a desk and a chair at one end. The whole place was done up in dark colors and a lot of wood panelling; I remember that the carpet was blue, green, purple, and black. I sat down in a chair, and for some reason I was very upset about something, and again I got the feeling that there had been some sort of loss. My uncle opened the door that we had come through to enter the room, and instead of the hallway there was an enormous closet there--it was big enough that it was almost like another room.
We went in. It was full of just stuff. I remember that I was looking around, seeing all these old toys and books and tools and things. It was like somebody's attic, just full of old family treasures and heirlooms. My uncle went over to some clothing racks that were hanging from the ceiling, and he took a hanger down and handed it to me. It was a coat, small enough for an infant to wear. For some reason, I remember it had a hood, and it was printed in that green and brown camouflage pattern, like the guys in the military wear.
In the dream, I was absolutely fascinated by that jacket. I was just staring at it. And then my uncle told me that it was my dad's first coat, from when he was little. And then he said something else, but the words were all jarbled, so I just kept staring at this jacket.
That was when I started to wake up. And I was just aware enough to feel a tear run down my face, the first of quite a few. I've never woken up crying before, but for some reason this morning, I did.
I just stayed sprawled in bed for a while. I woke up before my alarm, so I just listened to the sounds outside my window and stared at the ceiling. I finally got up at eight AM, and then I felt compelled to write this down. And since I don't have class until 9:30 AM, I decided to go for it. I don't usually remember my dreams THAT clearly, and I don't know why I woke up crying. But this is the best I've felt upon waking up in a long time. I actually feel rested.
The other strange thing about the dream was that the uncles in question are both uncles on my mother's side of the family. The Grandpa I referenced is my maternal grandfather. My paternal grandfather passed away when I was in eighth grade. Yet it was my father's first coat that was placed in my hands. Also, the camouflage thing kind of intrigues me--Daddy was a Marine for twenty years, way back in the day. He retired after I was born, though.
Another kind of odd thing happened last night, actually. I ran an errand with a friend, and got back a little after eleven. I went up to my room, and ended up putting my headphones on and listening to music and chatting with people until almost one in the morning. Then I crawled into bed, and I glanced over at the clock on my microwave, and I swear to you it read four or five after one in the morning. I lay back and closed my eyes, but I couldn't fall asleep right away. After a little while, I looked over at the clock again (it's the only clock in my room that I can read in the dark without getting up), and honest to goodness it STILL read five after one. Maybe I was just imagining things, but it was a little bit strange.
And a third semi-strange thing that's happened to me in the past couple of days. A few nights ago (I think it was on Saturday), I was on AOL IM when my cousin Ashley signed on and messaged me. Now, Ashley is one year older than me, and the two of us were childhood best friends. We grew up together, shared the same crib, etc. We've always been pretty close, but we haven't been able to talk much lately because we're both at school. So it was really nice to hear from her.
We talked for a few minutes, and then Ashley asked, out of the blue, if I was okay, if anything was wrong. I said I was doing good. And then she told me that she has been thinking about me almost non-stop for some reason this past week. It's not like she never thinks about me, but for the past few days, she had just been constantly thinking about me, and always with a sort of bad feeling. She was really worried, and she was actually thinking about calling me to see if I was okay.
The week in question was Homecoming week. I am an RA, so I'd been in charge of helping with some activities and such, and getting some groups organized. I had been getting ZERO help from my brother floor RA in the matter, so I was seriously stressed out, almost to the point of being physically ill a couple of times. It was the week from hell, the most strung-out and exhausted I've been in a long time. And I thought it was odd that Ashley would be so worried about me for no adequately explained reason (like I said, we hadn't talked for a while) at the time when I was about ready to just keel over. But again, we did share the crib when we were kids. Maybe we do have a slight connection or something. I wouldn't mind. She is one of my best friends, and I do worry about her (whether she wants me to or not).
Thanks for reading. I just wanted to record all of this for posterity. I really hope everything's all right at home...I might call my mother this evening and check on everyone. I feel compelled to do so.
Later,
Candy-chan ^_^