Have you guys ever experienced waking up early in the morning with a bad dream that it totally ruined your mood and your morning? I have… just 16 minutes ago. I was so upset in my dream that when I woke up I still want to scream so loud until I can release all the anger I have inside me from that dream. I had to walk out the door to get some fresh air or I’ll be suffocated. Yes, that’s how intense the emotion I was feeling in that dream that I also didn’t wanna go back to sleep.
This is not the first time I dreamed like that. A couple of weeks have passed now yet I still remember the details of that first dream. It was about being away with someone was the right choice and what I wanted to do so I can be happy. Hmmmmmmmppp it sucks and I don’t like it! Why can’t I dream just happy dreams?
What’s the most horrible dream a mother could dream about her baby is for the baby to be in danger. I dreamed about being shot at a hundred times in my dreams this morning. It made me shiver when I finally woke up from this horrible nightmare.
My dream actually started in our neighborhood in the Philippines where the neighbor I hated had built their house so big that I gaze upon it from below and I thought the roof was so high and the house itself was big. When I turn to our house , we had 3 and the newly built one was as big as the neighbor’s.
Second dream was in our house here in America where there were a sudden attack of small kids at first invading Jadyn’s food and toys, tearing off the sidewall so they could get in and mess up inside. Then people from a long trip got inside the house too went to the kitchen and demanded me to cook them food bec. they are hungry..I thought what the hell??? I don’t know these people here and they acted like I am their slave…
Third dream that really scared me was in an open ground, me and my baby were attending a program that time along with thousands of crowd when all of the sudden airplanes and helicopters soaring very low above us. Then one moment later, we were being shot at continously. We were told to get down on the ground so we will be able to dodge the bullets..many were dead..and I tried to crawl slowly where my baby was just to get her to the safe area behind the tree..
I was glad I made it and we hid in the tree waiting for them to be done firing. Then it calmed down a bit, officers in the helicopter came to us and I asked him… WE ARE AMERICANS TOO WHY ARE BEING SHOT AT BY YOUR PEOPLE? He couldn’t answer me instead he gave me that evil smile and started firing again. That time we were no exception, we were hit by the bullets and the baby too…hohoho I was so scared when I woke up realizing that I couldn’t protect my baby from danger….
On the other hand, I was glad it was just a dream..just a very terrible nightmare and my baby was very alive sleeping beside me in the bed…
Again I had this strange dream last night. I dreamed of being in the Philippines staying at my parents’ house with my baby. In my dream, I had an argument with my mother, she was nagging at me so bad that I got tired of it. She couldn’t stop nagging at the man who slept in my bedroom who has a long blond hair, skinny, white skin and blue eyes..for sure it wasn’t my first American boyfriend for he was too handsome- the Ryan Gosling type of guy that I’ve seen in a movie, The Notebook.
I was so upset with my mother because of that. Somehow deep in my thoughts, I had three boyfriends at that time, one named Luke Kerr who was my first boyfriend in real life, my husband whom I call Lalabs- he was left here in America, I was in the Philippines for a vacation and the third guy who was sleeping in my bedroom. Of these three guys I mention, the only one that I so missed and I was looking for is my husband.
In my dream I uttered, Lalabs! calling him because I missed him so much. So the lesson is, either in reality or in my dreams, all I ever wanted is my husband and no one else…I guess I just love him so much that he stand out among any other guys I’ve had relationships with in my past…
I had the most terrible dream just before I woke this morning. I didn’t know how to react whether to be mad or to be thankful when I was finally awaken by the daylight and from my husband’s little movement when he got up from bed for I was just so mad at him in my dream.
We were in the nicest island in the Philippines for a vacation, at first I enjoyed it there then all of the sudden an older woman came to us handed some paperworks to my husband, he signed the forms for adoption of my cousin in Manila- the one who posted nude photos of herself on Facebook in real life. The forms were all filled up and ready for a lawyer’s approval.
What made me so mad is that my husband did it without consulting me first whether I am gonna approve the said adoption or not. How could he do that to his wife? And I so hated that, plus the fact that this woman is the same age as me. Furthermore, he brought home the woman, in the same exact room we are sleeping I saw her there and told him to send her out ‘coz we needed to talk which he did.
Then I burst into so much anger, pounding my husband’s chest so hard, crying and sulking. I couldn’t believe myself for I was really mad as hell. I was ready to walk away from him, packed my bags and walked on the street so fast all alone by myself and never looked back… but then my mother kept up with me asking what’s wrong. I told her that my husband is fucking with my cousin, why the hell he’s adopting her for? All along I thought my husband was in love with me and that he was all into me but then why a sudden change of feelings??? And a never ending cry….
When I finally brought back myself to reality, I found myself lying flat on my back on the bed @ 8:30 in the morning… I was so mad in my dreams that it made me so upset upon waking up, I really thought it was true. They say dreams are the opposite of what is true in real life…which I agree 100%.
I know my husband pretty well, he never made any decisions especially major ones without acknowledging my presence in his life and never will he do stupid things like that in my dreams…. When I told him about my nightmare, he said maybe I keep thinking bad things about him but what was portrayed in my dreams wasn’t what I was thinking before going to bed last night. I had mix of emotions yes, but my thinking was far from being how bad my husband was…. hmmpppppp stupid dreams!!