Tales from the Trailerpark

I’m having really bizarre dreams again. I can always count on bizarre images and events in my dreams if I take a sleep med. But, last nite, I took nothing. I was not on drugs despite a recent post.  Let’s get that cleared up right at the get-go.

But, I should start at the beginning of the dream.

I am at a concert of some sort. Either that, or I’m in a studio audience. I am with a youngish black man who I think is a rapper. He sorta resembles a Young Ice T. This is not a date, though. I’m there by default for some reason or other. We are in the front row waiting for whatever….music concert, talk show, something. There are lots of rows of people and we get up and start running around in a Ring-Around-The-Rosie type game. I make it back to my seat just as the time is up………

SWITCH TO:

My rap boyfriend/friend has turned into a Mexican man. The Mexican man is really “liking on” me. That’s the phrase that I remember from the dream….”liking on”. But, I tell him that I am married and besides, I am older than him. He tells me that he is 34 and I am wondering how much that I can lie about my age. Can I get by with 5 years, 10 years, or 15 years younger. I go with the 10 years and he buys it. But then, he morphs into another man who is of Middle Eastern descent.

SWITCH TO:

I am in an older house. Could be a farm house. There is a small room with a very, large table covered by a vinyl tablecloth. On one corner is this…..

And I swear it really did greatly resemble that minus the pine (or whatever that green stuff is). And, that head is MEAN. It is insulting me and taunting me. It is making me very angry. I am not afraid of it. I want to sqoosh it flat.

So, I sneak up behind it and hit it really hard with my fist trying to smash it. And, I do but the damn thing just pops right back into shape. I smash it several times with my closed fist again and it just keeps popping back!!!! Now, it is sneering and laughing at me and I am getting really pissed off. I want to flatten that little fucker. So, then, I try wrapping it up in the vinyl tablecloth. There is someone else in the room with me. For a minute, it was my sister and then the person became a total stranger. I get the stranger to grab one end of the vinyl tablecloth and I have the other. And, we quick as lightening pull the tablecloth over the mean head. But, we have a left a small crack and the head gets out.

SWITCH TO:

There is a heavy snowstorm. I am in the car with my husband driving. There are other people in the car but I don’t know who they are. My husband is driving erratically and I am concerned that he is going to wreck and kill all of us. So, I climb over and get behind the driver’s seat. I lean way over and put my hands on top of my husbands and maneuver the steering wheel.

SWITCH TO:

This is terrible. I am having a night terror. I am screaming and screaming but nothing is coming out. I try to move but am paralyzed. I try with all my energy and strength to shake my husband. Something is going to get me. But, he won’t wake up. I am so physically hot and the air is dry.

That’s the last I remember.

I’ve had night terrors before and they are horrible. I don’t know if I woke up with a night terror this time or if I dreamed it. Either way, it was pure Hell.

I have a dream book. But, the majority of this stuff is not covered.

Any dream experts out there?

If so, please tell me why the Hell I am dreaming this bizarre stuff.