Nightmare extraordinaire...Do not read if you get ideas and get your own from it!

June 6th, 2017

Bad dreams are a part of our lives. I have gone thru periods of having so many I do not want to sleep, and I know others close to me that have as well. Nightmares, night terrors, insomnia and just plain not wanting to go to sleep are part of our lives, and an ugly part I wish never happened to anyone.

Do not read about the dream, if it will set you up for one of your own nightmares!! Stop now!!

Dreaming about bugs would be bad after the tree roach incident, but expected. So no big deal on that part, but how my mind made up the rest of it I have no idea.

I was in an apt. more like a hotel room, but was supposed to be my new apt. And of course he was there, he is always present like the gift that keeps on giving, the song that never ends etc etc etc.
I had money stashed to get away, counting it. Small things like that in my dream. Then one morning I wake up and there are ants around the window, I figure the screen had a hole and they were coming in, but then the whole wall was covered in a half a minute, and they were a hybrid type of ant, fluffy wings and huge. Scary, but I just go to the bathroom, but there are ants all over the floor. There was some other bug thing but I do not remember if that was before the ants appeared, or cannot remember what it was. So since the ants have taken over I tell him I am going to the manager to complain, and when I step out of the door I am in the halls of a huge high school. The halls were long and went every which way imaginable. I can see outside, but cannot seem to reach it. I wander the halls. I see old friends I went to school with, and they are in high school, so this is weird. I see Jody and we hug and catch up a minute. Then all hell breaks loose. They are announcing that a group of terrorists have attacked Long Beach CA. and they are headed our way. They are focusing on schools and we need to get out. So Jody and I set out but neither of us know this school so we are running into classrooms and locker rooms and getting no where. There is an elevator to the garage but we do not dare take it so we look for stairs. The girl to our left found them but we could not. So we run some more. Then I am alone. There are some friends of mine in a car lined up with a lot of cars trying to get out, but they have a full car and cannot take me, I say I will jump on a lap and no that is not ok. So I look for other ways out. Now the terrorists are in the school halls and everyone is screaming. They have a canister that is spraying a chemical in the air and it is making peoples skin fall off and they die. They are spraying it out on the trees and saying that by morning the whole town will be smelling it. My mom was watching and trying to talk to me but no idea how. I check my phone but they have cut off all communications, so I can see that Donovan is calling repeatedly but no way to talk, I was happy about that in the dream, despite the circumstances. I am trying to hide. There seems to be a lady in charge, most everyone is down now. I have skin peeling off of my cheeks, I am using paper towels to keep them on, and Jody gives me a hug. Do not know where she comes from or where she goes but I just told her I really felt like I would live thru this, guess I was wrong. Then I am alone and I am in the hallway behind the main lady. She is searching room by room for people to spray, everything is quiet as most are on the floor now. She comes out of a locker room so I go in when she goes to next room, my thinking is that she has searched it so it will be safe. She must have heard me because she was there. She sprayed me and was saying something in a language I did not understand, and she kept spraying. I was mad because one spray would have been sufficient. then I hide behind a partition and someone else is there. I feel bad because they have avoided her so far and I was who she was seeking so I effectively outed this persons hiding place. I take off and end up in a bedroom with a crib. I crawl under and try to hide. She comes in a sprays again, then a couple of her minions come in. They ask why I am not dead and she does not know but I am lethargic at this point and she said they could come back to check in a bit. I find nail polish and try to write a note to my girls about how much I love them, my mom, and that I am so glad they are in small places that the terrorist will not attack. She comes back, says that was not good and destroys the note, leaves. I find a paint brush and try again in a more obscure spot. (handy to have a red paint filled paint brush under the crib!) She comes back and now is impatient that I am not dead and pulls out a gun. Her and her cronies think that I am not dying quickly enough, but someone says they need to take samples from me to see why not so they can alter for others like me, she cannot shoot me, but this does not please her so she shoots me in the knee. I expect to feel pain, but I do not so she shoots me again and the bullet bounces off my knee, and again. Now they are fascinated by this and call is something that I cannot remember. Her knee is _____ so we will leave it for now. They leave, the lady takes blood and checks out all of the others in the room. They come back again and I close my eyes and try to appear dead, they do not say anything but leave. Then Amanda comes in to the room, she is little, big enough to know what is happening but small enough to still talk a mile a minute. I have her lay down and play dead, but outside of the crib so they will not know I am trying to protect her. I hold her hand. She talks but I hear them coming so I tell her to play dead. She keeps talking, I cannot get her to stop, so I crawl out, make a big dying scene like an exaggerated movie death and basically fall on top of her to keep her quiet and hopefully safe. She keeps talking and they move me, and say they need to take care of her. Then I talk them into leaving her and taking me to be experimented on because I am not dying. Now there are a bunch of alive people with falling skin being led out to big trucks for who knows what. They line me up and off we go. I tell them that I need to use the restroom, and they say that is the chemical, but ok. So I am escorted, three or four of them, and I wake up.

I moved to the chair and tried to force myself to stay awake, because when I close my eyes I am back with the bugs, and the chemical lady, lots of bodies. I wake up 3 times before I can come out of it.
I really dislike knowing I am in one, knowing that I need to come out of it, but it weighs so heavy on my mind that I go right back where I do not want to go.

I wish no one ever had to have a nightmare again...ever. This one was bizarre to say the least.