I have been having really strange dreams lately. But this one takes the cake, I need to know what this means! Here it is:
We had sponsored a refugee woman from Africa to come and live in a city near us. It was our responsibility to find her a place to live and to feed her and teach her our customs. She came and hated the country. We got her an apartment and all she did was complain. My husband and I were arguing and went home.
I was sitting on my laptop chatting with a man who wasn't my husband. I was having an emotional affair with this man. My husband came around the corner and saw me typing and asked what I was doing. I argued with him for snooping. The man I was having an emotional affair with was a powerful mobster who suddenly went from a charming man to saying he was going to come and get me and kill my husband.
I ran with the baby and went into a building across the street where there were children playing. The mobster man blew a whole through the side of the wall and tried to grab me. My husband was fighting him off. I ran again to an apartment building over looking the ocean. I had the baby in my arms and a book. I opened the book looking for answers but the text started changing upside down and I couldn't read it. I turned on the t.v in the apartment I was in and the news reporter was crying saying there was the end of the world coming.
I looked up and I saw the whole shoreline of the ocean sink into the water. Thankfully we were on the top floor and weren't in danger yet. I went to the bedroom and picked up a shell my sister gave me when we were kids and started trying to meditate with it and speak to my sister while she was dreaming. I asked her to keep my daughter safe and to go to her and protect her.
I ran to get the baby and the apartment we were in changed to the house we currently live in. The big old house was on the ocean and not faring well. The kitchen was caving in. I grabbed the phone and it was beeping telling me I have a message but I couldn't get the code right to enter the messages. It was my husband trying to get in touch with me but I couldn't get through. I grabbed the baby and hid in the bathroom, furiously trying to get my phone to work.
Then I woke up.
We had sponsored a refugee woman from Africa to come and live in a city near us. It was our responsibility to find her a place to live and to feed her and teach her our customs. She came and hated the country. We got her an apartment and all she did was complain. My husband and I were arguing and went home.
I was sitting on my laptop chatting with a man who wasn't my husband. I was having an emotional affair with this man. My husband came around the corner and saw me typing and asked what I was doing. I argued with him for snooping. The man I was having an emotional affair with was a powerful mobster who suddenly went from a charming man to saying he was going to come and get me and kill my husband.
I ran with the baby and went into a building across the street where there were children playing. The mobster man blew a whole through the side of the wall and tried to grab me. My husband was fighting him off. I ran again to an apartment building over looking the ocean. I had the baby in my arms and a book. I opened the book looking for answers but the text started changing upside down and I couldn't read it. I turned on the t.v in the apartment I was in and the news reporter was crying saying there was the end of the world coming.
I looked up and I saw the whole shoreline of the ocean sink into the water. Thankfully we were on the top floor and weren't in danger yet. I went to the bedroom and picked up a shell my sister gave me when we were kids and started trying to meditate with it and speak to my sister while she was dreaming. I asked her to keep my daughter safe and to go to her and protect her.
I ran to get the baby and the apartment we were in changed to the house we currently live in. The big old house was on the ocean and not faring well. The kitchen was caving in. I grabbed the phone and it was beeping telling me I have a message but I couldn't get the code right to enter the messages. It was my husband trying to get in touch with me but I couldn't get through. I grabbed the baby and hid in the bathroom, furiously trying to get my phone to work.
Then I woke up.