Posts Tagged ‘Homesick’

Not bad at all


Not bad. I recalled three dreams from last night, even though the second one is just a small fragment.  I’m upset with myself for not recognizing that I was dreaming while I was flying. That’s my biggest dream sign yet it didn’t trigger lucidity.

Surprise!
I surprised my family by flying home and visiting while on vacation from school. I sat surrounded by my parents and sisters. My nieces walked into the room and I hugged them and tightly held them both for a long time. Tears streamed down my face as I thought about how much I love and had missed my family.

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I Brush Alone
“Will you come brush your teeth with me?” Tony asked. “I like it when we brush them together.”

I  laughed. “No,” I said. “You know what happens when we brush our teeth together.”

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End of the World
My parents moved into a big apartment. It seemed to have to have as many as ten bedrooms as well as a few large, beautiful bathrooms, a dining room the size of a large kitchen and a huge kitchen and living room.

Tony and I decided to move in with my parents. The place was big enough and we would have our privacy.

One evening around dusk, I took a walk down the street along the sidewalk. The ground shook and the cement began to crack and crumble into the Earth. I looked around—I was alone. I quickly went home to warn everyone that we were on the brink of disaster.

“Tony! Wake up!” I shook him. “You need to get everyone and get out—now! The ground is caving in.” He didn’t believe me.

We walked into the living room and looked out the windows. “It’s happening down there,” I said, pointing out a window to our left.

Tony and I went outside. We saw masses of people running toward us in horror to flee for their lives.

“What the . . .” Tony’s voice faded in disbelief. We could see dust billowing from the Earth’s surface. 

“Go get everyone out, now! I’m going back to go check it out,” I said as I began to fly over everyone’s heads.

Tony smiled.

“Yeah, I know,” I said, knowing that he was smiling because I could fly. “Pretty cool, huh?” I flew off, leaving Tony behind.

So Far From Home


I am homesick and it’s affecting my dreams.

Dream 1:

I was home in New Hampshire, at my old apartment on Silver Street where I grew up. I was in my old bedroom going through my belonging I left behind, deciding what I wanted to bring and what I wanted to continue to leave behind. I found a bunch of DVDs and sorted through them.

Tony said it was time for us to leave so I went to say goodbye to my mum. I hugged her tight, nestled my head on her shoulder and sobbed. I knew it would be a long time until I saw her next.

The odd thing is that in my dream, I only lived an hour and a half away, as opposed to twenty hours and 1,100 miles.