I have weird dreams pretty often. I mean, some of them are downright bizarre! But last night {or should I say this morning} took the cake over them all I think. I don’t even remember the whole thing, but bits and pieces. Here goes nothing.
I woke up around 6am. I don’t know if it was my dream that woke me up, or the urge to pee. I’m assuming my dream, since I don’t usually get up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom.
I was kind of disorientated, and maybe just a little bit freaked out when I woke and remembered some of my dream.
I had found one of my relatives on my real dad’s side of the family {which I know none besides my grandma who I haven’t seen since I was a little kid} who just happened to have this huge mansion/house. Unfortunately, the woman was dead, but for some reason we were in the house. There were a bunch of people, even my kids; who weren’t really my kids. A daughter named Esmerelda and a son who I can’t even remember the name. That was kind of freaky enough in itself. Like maybe it wasn’t really me in the dream? Idk, but I cannot imagine having a daughter names Esmerelda, let alone a daughter at all.
Something was chasing us and we were all running up these stairs and through doorways with more stairs. There were sort of like secret passage ways all over the place with stairs leading to different places in the house. it was so weird. Then we were on a super skinny bridge type thing with ropes as side rails trying to gte to another doorway.
I think that’s when I woke up.
So I was kind of freaked when I woke up. I was all disorientated walking to the bathroom, kind of wondering what the hell I’d see on the way. Then I went and laid back down and just thought about this strange dream I’d just had. it took me a little while to fall back to sleep, but I finally did.
Then I woke up slightly when the man got up for work this morning and that same dream had continued! Here’s what happened next.
This time, we had all broken up into smaller groups. I had either the girl or boy with me {I can’t remember which} and one of our nephews. We were racing through all these passage ways trying to find a good place to just hide from whatever was chasing us. We finally found a place and were there for awhile when the kid started getting fidgetty and moving around. We were in a crawl space, but there was a window near the floor and I was telling the kid to stop, then looked over and saw a man across the way on a porch. I told everyone to hush, find place and sit still but it was too late. He had seen us and came so quickly, I have no idea how. He snatched the kid and took off and there was nothing I could do. I was freaking out and crying, but knew that we had to get out of there so we took off in search of a new place.
I was lying there debating going back to sleep or not after he woke up for work, and must have just dosed off because I woke back up at around 11 am. That’s the latest I’ve slept in for quite some time. During the time I was sleeping, the dream went on, only it was different this time.
His whole family was there and we were all going through the house and all the rooms. There was so much stuff everywhere, like clothes and whatever. Everyone was gathered in one room and i went around the corner just to see what was in the next. It was like a whole other house. There was a living room, a kitchen and a couple of bedrooms. It was kind of like a little apartment, but within the same house and not separated by doors or anything. Then I saw a guy start to come out of a room, until he saw me. I yelled something at him, and he ended up coming out. I don’t think we ever figured out who he was though.
Then we all left and went outside. From all the stairways that we had found and gone through, I thought the house had to be over 20 stories high, but it was really just 3 or 4. We all started looking for our cars and couldn’t find them. Then I went off on my own and started to get lost. That’s when I woke up for good.
Somewhere in between all those dreams, I did get out and run across the way banging on doors until I found a house with people home. I called 911 and I think that’s one of the times I must have woken back up because I don’t remember anything after that.
This was by far the weirdest and most disturbing dream I’ve ever had. I can’t make sense of any of it. Why would I be dreaming about something like that, let alone a family member on my dad’s side who I have never met; who by the way probably doesn’t even exist? It makes me wonder if I should try to find someone from his side, maybe at least my grandma. If she’s even alive still?
I don’t know, it’s kind of creepy!
Do you ever have weird or scary dreams? Do your dreams ever continue like that?
