11-17-2018, 04:12 PM
Day 22
More crazy dreams to report. I'll describe two the best I can that seemed to affect me most.
The first dream, I working inside of a suspended shipping container with my dad and it was being held in the air by some type of crane. We received a phone call from an important politician who let us know that our work contract would be extended. Shortly after the phone call, I was grinding away at some rust and the container violently shifted. My dad fell out of the open door end of the container and I panicked. I knew I couldn't reach him in time and save him, so I stood there and watched him fall out. For whatever reason, the container was suspended over water, which he fell into. Then we were in the site office and my dad was complaining to the supervisor about being wet. The supervisor said he had some spare clothes that my dad could wear.
The second dream was more disturbing. I was walking along a beach pushing a baby in a pram. I have a feeling it was my middle child who was born with a mental disability. For some reason the tide was very high and there was barely any sand to walk along without being in the water. I noticed a lot of attractive women everywhere and I became so focused on them that I failed to notice that the water had engulfed the pram. I lifted the baby out, and assumed everything was OK until I noticed that he looked asleep. I held the baby up so he was facing down and a lot of water started to pour out of the baby's mouth. I panicked and yelled for a doctor and a women approached who was a nurse claiming she could help. We were then in an ER room, and the nurse was working very slowly, putting gloves on and not doing anything to help the baby. I looked at the baby and it was withering away to nothing but skin and bones and looked a strange colour. I yelled at her to hurry the fuck up and do something and then I saw that some type of engine or transmission oil was dripping down on the baby from a bag. I got angry and moved it away and asked her why she was not doing anything. By the look on her face, I could tell that it was too late.
I know the dreams I describe aren't very nice, not sure what it all means but the subliminal is digging in my mind that's for sure. I never had dreams this hectic when running E1.
More crazy dreams to report. I'll describe two the best I can that seemed to affect me most.
The first dream, I working inside of a suspended shipping container with my dad and it was being held in the air by some type of crane. We received a phone call from an important politician who let us know that our work contract would be extended. Shortly after the phone call, I was grinding away at some rust and the container violently shifted. My dad fell out of the open door end of the container and I panicked. I knew I couldn't reach him in time and save him, so I stood there and watched him fall out. For whatever reason, the container was suspended over water, which he fell into. Then we were in the site office and my dad was complaining to the supervisor about being wet. The supervisor said he had some spare clothes that my dad could wear.
The second dream was more disturbing. I was walking along a beach pushing a baby in a pram. I have a feeling it was my middle child who was born with a mental disability. For some reason the tide was very high and there was barely any sand to walk along without being in the water. I noticed a lot of attractive women everywhere and I became so focused on them that I failed to notice that the water had engulfed the pram. I lifted the baby out, and assumed everything was OK until I noticed that he looked asleep. I held the baby up so he was facing down and a lot of water started to pour out of the baby's mouth. I panicked and yelled for a doctor and a women approached who was a nurse claiming she could help. We were then in an ER room, and the nurse was working very slowly, putting gloves on and not doing anything to help the baby. I looked at the baby and it was withering away to nothing but skin and bones and looked a strange colour. I yelled at her to hurry the fuck up and do something and then I saw that some type of engine or transmission oil was dripping down on the baby from a bag. I got angry and moved it away and asked her why she was not doing anything. By the look on her face, I could tell that it was too late.
I know the dreams I describe aren't very nice, not sure what it all means but the subliminal is digging in my mind that's for sure. I never had dreams this hectic when running E1.
