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Well, the freakshow continues to play in my head. If you’re keeping track, I’ve had a dream about a wolf who had HIV, a visit to my deceased Grandmother’s house, where she was resurrected and warned me I would die that night, and a visit to Madonna’s house with a dead corpse. Last night, I had a dream that my Grandfather (who passed away in 1996) had returned from the dead and had come to visit my parents. As usual, I was living in my parents house. I have no idea why I always live with my parents in these dreams. But I knew that something was very odd about him. Yes, it looked and sounded like him. But it turned out that he was actually an escaped murderer who was being hunted by police. He had disguised himself to look like my Grandfather so he could live safely. But I solved the mystery and confronted him, things turned violent, and I had to defend myself. I pulled his arms from their sockets, and he was on the floor, writhing in pain as I called the police. He was helpless and screaming at me. That’s where it ended. One theme that is consistent in my nightmares is death and resurrection. In most of them, I am back in my hometown, and often living with my parents. I seem to be in situations where I have to be the hero. I’m saving my family from a murderer, or a carwreck, or curing an outcast person with a virus. I am always challenged with something, and then I face it. I guess it says something about my inner self. I guess I am strong enough to face tragic situations internally. I wonder what I will dream of next. 
But I solved the mystery and confronted him… How very Scooby Doo of you… I have a similar thing on the few occasions when I remember my dreams… whenever I dream that I’m “at home” it’s ALWAYS the house I grew up in… not my house now, or where Ma lives now… but the old childhood home… Strange… Posted by yaniboy on Wed, Sep 6, 2006 @ 7:24 pm Leave a comment
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