Baby Talk

I dreamed I was at the church. James had been saying that there was a ghost, and no one believed him. It was dark out, and we had gone into an outdoor kitchen of sorts. I was trying to write processes. There was a family there with a baby, and suddenly the baby started making a fake, mechanical crying sound. When I got closer, it started singing this song about being a ghost. I freaked out and ran away. I tried to tell everyone about it, and no one believed me. I eventually went back in the room and they were there holding the baby. This time, it sounded like a real baby. But as they started to walk out, the baby started speaking to me in adult language with big words, and I panicked again.

The hole

I had a terrible dream that I was in a prison of sorts.  I think we could leave, but it was like a work camp. There was a really deep hole, and there was a man there that was trying to take control. He would throw people down into the hole. The only way out was to use these pots and pans and put them on your hands and climb out using small rock-climbing handholds. It was extremely deep and I didn’t think I would be able to make it out. When you were down there, you got no food, and so most people would die. Despite the risk of being thrown in, I stood up to the man and tried to protect the others who were there. We pushed him down in the pit, but somehow he kept getting out. I wished that he would have his legs broken so he would die. It was a terrible feeling – a mixture of fear and desperation that led me to wanting someone to die. I woke up feeling terrible.

Runaway Lawn Mower

I dreamed that we were leaving and someone was going to House sit for us. I was debating about whether we should ask them to mow the lawn with a hand mower. All of a sudden a riding mower went by with no one on it. I was horrified and afraid it had run over my baby. I just kept yelling “the baby, the baby.” I ran and followed the trail and there was a dog lying on top of another dog who had been hit. He had a chunk out of his hip but the injury didn’t look life threatening. I woke up before I could find the children.

The alter-ego of drugs

I had a terrible dream. Alex had been acting strangely. I came in and he asked to do something and I said no. He started sobbing and shaking and rocking hysterically. Come to find out he was on drugs. He went to rehab and when he came back he wanted to go running through the alleys with friends but we wouldn’t let him for fear he would find drugs. We were worried there were drugs hidden at the house too. Then we found these tiny dolls that you could hold in your hand. He freaked out and bit their heads off. I somehow knew they were alive and had something to do with the drugs. He wanted to swallow their heads and I said no that I would flush them down the toilet. When I went into the bathroom though, someone had an accident and there was poop and vomit everywhere. When I flushed the toilet it just kept coming back up. It was terrible and I was afraid I would never be able to get rid of the dolls. We were in another house somewhere and Alex really wanted to fly home. We were considering it but then realized that his mom wasn’t going to be in town and neither of us would be. We felt like he wanted to just move out and live on his own. It was sad and scary and we weren’t sure what to do.

Empty Nest?

I rarely have nightmares. Last night I was asleep and I dreamed that I heard the kids in my room making plans to leave and go play Pokemon Go in the middle of the night . I could hear them but I could not open my eyes and I could not move. It was as though I was completely paralyzed but Was aware of everything around me. When I finally awoke, my heart was pounding and I was out of breath.


This one seems pretty straightforward in the interpretation.  As the kids are becoming older and gaining their independence, I am struggling to let them go.  I know they don’t like curfews and feel that they are grown (and in two years they will be getting ready to leave for college.)  It’s happening, and it’s out of my control!

Interestingly, Michael had a similar dream about being paralyzed and not being able to “wake up” that same night.