I have been horrible at recording my dreams, but recently they’ve been darker than usual, especially last night. I’ll try harder to write. What I remember:
Last night was terrifying. In the dream I wake up because pink lights are flashing outside the window of my room. The lights are many shades of pink and seeping in through the blinds. There are no sounds, but the lights aren’t like anything I’ve seen before. They have a unique quality in the air. They swirl around my dark room in patterns. I try to wake Nick to show him, but he won’t wake up. I am pushing and almost violent, now alarmed that I’m yelling and he won’t wake up. In a panic, I look outside the blinds, which are right in front of my side of the bed and beside the front door. The pink light is in the street right in front of our house, too bright to show it’s source. And walking up through the front yard, illuminated by the light, are two tall aliens. Tall and slender, with not quite the stereotypical pointed-oval head. More rectangular. I couldn’t make out facial features because of the light behind them. I can remember the feel of my heart in the dream. I immediately retreated back into bed and pulled the covers over our heads, hugging Nick tightly and trying to be still, just praying.
Another dream. A storm is coming, except it’s not a normal storm. It’s the end of the world. We can feel the moistness in the air and watch as the sky gets darker by the moment. There are clothes on the line and I’m so mad at Nick because I asked him to bring them in. I ask him to help me because I really don’t want them to get wet and need to be washed again even though I know the world is about to end. Then we start to hear the storm, except it’s not thunder, it sounds almost electrical. It sounds like an army of robotic buffalo are in the sky stampeding over the clouds. Lightening takes over and we run inside, except when we get inside it’s an apartment and I’m alone. I’m in a high apartment overlooking below, but I can’t remember what was below. It almost looks like where I lived with my uncle as kid–pink apartment, work-out den. Or it could have been Nana’s old place in Hollywood. I’m looking ourtside, and I see the storm in front, to the left. It’s so dark, but the darkness starts to shrink and compress, and then there’s nothing and it explodes out like the big bang, leaving only beautiful blue. I turn around and there are boxes. Suddenly I know my mother is packing and she’s taking Huseein with her. None of my other brother or sisters were in the dream. But there’s another boy standing who I’ve never seen. Hussein is a few years older than he is right now. He was wearing briefs and a white, sleeveless undershirt, but no pants. I am crying because they’re moving far away, and he is comforting me, as though HE is the older sibling. We are sitting on the floor with our backs against a bed, and on his other side is the other boy. In the dream I know this other child is a spirit, but I’m not scared. He felt familiar. Maybe he was my little brother who died in the womb. I hope he wasn’t there helping them move on with him. Hussein wasn’t much older than he is now.
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