Dreams and Nightmares

Lately I've been having some pretty crazy dreams.

I guess that's not too unusual for me. I don't remember many of the dreams I have, which is fine by me, seeing as most of my dreams are actually nightmares. About 95% of them have to do with someone searching for me, intending to kill me or else I'm the one doing the killing. It's awful either way. I don't know if they started after the incident that I mentioned a few entries ago, though that would make sense. A lot of dream dictionaries say that, similar to the "Death" tarot card, when it happens in a dream, it means big life-changes are underway, especially if you are the victim. I think the ones in which I'm doing the killing disturb me more. I don't feel like a sociopath. :/

LUCKILY the two most recent dreams I've had did not follow the pattern. They've still been weird. And slightly eerie.

Okay, first of all, you know that I'm down with reading tarot cards. I think I do it pretty well too, seeing as every spread I've done has been accurate. . .and they were things I could not predict. I always write down in my (scandalous!) notebook which cards are in which position, and occasionally you would swear I had gone through the deck and picked out which card I *felt* should be in whatever spot because they're so dead on. In any case, I don't read them a whole lot and even though, as I've said, I've gotten accurate readings, I am always a tiny bit skeptical.

So, my dream. The short version: my parents were sitting in front of me, and my Dad was holding my tarot deck. They were both telling me NOT to use them. I don't even think they said much else, they just kept admonishing me not to read them. I must admit I was considering it before I had this dream, but now. . .

Creepy.

And this isn't the first dream I've had like that, either. A long time ago I had a similar dream, though I don't remember who told me not to use them in that one. I stopped for awhile, it's only been in the past month or two that I took them out again.

Even though I'm slightly skeptical, I must say both these dreams make me wonder about things. O_o;;

The second dream was weird but for a slightly different reason. I was in a coffeeshop or somewhere, and someone I know (who shall remain nameless, though he might not even read this) was also there, but sitting with some of his friends. At some point, he got up but his friends were there for awhile. Before he returned to their table, the friends stood up and were getting ready to leave. . .but I noticed that he had left a messenger bag type thing next to his chair. I tried telling one of his friends to get it, but they ignored me and left.

Not knowing if he'd be back, I decided to grab and bag and see if his cell phone was in there. If not, I'd call him and let him know I had his stuff. But I ended up finding his cell phone in there instead, and for some reason I flipped it open. It was in some kind of notepad-like mode and in it were written a few sentences about yours truly. It was a little weird to read, but not completely unexpected. Nevertheless, I put the phone back and then the dream ended.

The dream itself wasn't the strange part. What *was* strange is that, at some point this week, I have talked to this person in some way, shape or form (I love being vague, hehe). And sure enough, he said/wrote something that was almost EXACTLY what had been on the cell phone in my dream. I couldn't believe it.

Why can't I have normal dreams, about being able to fly or something like that? I get tired of having nothing but weird ones all the time.

And don't worry. I'll continue writing amusing entries again soon. :p