For about the past week, I've been having a recurring nightmare. This is how it goes...
I'm living in my old house in my hometown, and I'm home alone. I get a call from a man telling me to fill my house with natural gas and then light a match in 5 hours. I apparently so no other way out and turn the 3 knobs in my living room that control the flow of natural gas to the "on" position (yeah...I know that's weird, but it makes sense in my dream, ya know?). I sit and cry for awhile because I know I will die, but I decide to try to save my pets by getting them out to the garage. Everytime I come back into the house though from bringing the last pet to the garage, I find all of the pets back in the house. With less than an hour before I have to light the match, I call the police.
A police officer picks me up, and we end up beside a car with a man with stringy blonde hair, overly tan skin, and high cheekbones. The man pulls in front of us, whips out a gun, and begins to shoot at us, killing the police officer and making the cop car crash. I crawl out of the crashed car and see another police oficer, so I get into his car...but the exact same thing happens. It just keeps happening over and over again.
For the last couple days, I have been horribly jumpy and nervous. Everytime I'm driving somewhere, and the person behind me takes the same path (especially on campus), I'm convinced he has a gun and wants to kill me. I was driving home from class earlier tonight, and I kept thinking I was seeing guys jump out of the ditch towards my car...I was crying the whole way home.
How is it that dreams can affect us so much?? I feel so weak that I'm letting it get to me...I've never been paranoid like this before.
I'm living in my old house in my hometown, and I'm home alone. I get a call from a man telling me to fill my house with natural gas and then light a match in 5 hours. I apparently so no other way out and turn the 3 knobs in my living room that control the flow of natural gas to the "on" position (yeah...I know that's weird, but it makes sense in my dream, ya know?). I sit and cry for awhile because I know I will die, but I decide to try to save my pets by getting them out to the garage. Everytime I come back into the house though from bringing the last pet to the garage, I find all of the pets back in the house. With less than an hour before I have to light the match, I call the police.
A police officer picks me up, and we end up beside a car with a man with stringy blonde hair, overly tan skin, and high cheekbones. The man pulls in front of us, whips out a gun, and begins to shoot at us, killing the police officer and making the cop car crash. I crawl out of the crashed car and see another police oficer, so I get into his car...but the exact same thing happens. It just keeps happening over and over again.
For the last couple days, I have been horribly jumpy and nervous. Everytime I'm driving somewhere, and the person behind me takes the same path (especially on campus), I'm convinced he has a gun and wants to kill me. I was driving home from class earlier tonight, and I kept thinking I was seeing guys jump out of the ditch towards my car...I was crying the whole way home.
How is it that dreams can affect us so much?? I feel so weak that I'm letting it get to me...I've never been paranoid like this before.