As a child I used to have night terrors. So bad in fact it was not unusual for me to run screaming outside. It was a true embarrassment to my mother. My mother is a great believer in therapy... for other people. I was counseled to remember that I am dreaming and to control my dream. If I couldn't control the dream there might be external factors at play so force myself to wake up. Ever since I was about 4, I consciously went to bed with the knowledge that I was dreaming and that I was in full control of my dreams. I've done some amazing feats in my dreams. But isn't that what they are for?
This is an aside... and this one is really funny... If I hate you and decide that you are no longer a part of my life, you no longer get to make guest appearances in my dreams. You are truly cut the fuck off. And someone else will replace you. LOL!!!
As I have matured, I find I usually let my mind do what it wants. Controlling dreams makes you tired upon awakening. And sleep is supposed to be restful. I let my dreams do as they will and if I get scared I control them or wake up. Now... the dream.....
I was in high school and waiting for a friend to pick me up to take me to school.. The house I lived in while in high school was the house I grew up in. I struggled to find everything I needed while I could hear my friend beeping her horn outside. I finally got outside and she had left me. In her place were 2 white men with shot guns and they were threatening me and they said I should come with them. I tried to make them disappear but they wouldn't leave. They started shooting at my house. I tried to wake up but couldn't. I was trapped. My father (who is deceased) once told me in a dream that if I needed him, all I had to do was find him at that house. My brother is recently deceased. I called for them and they came and fought the men back. Once they came to my aid, I was able to wake up.
Now here is my perpetual question.... Why do I keep having this dream??? And what does it mean??? Other versions of the dream have me leaving that same house to go to a friends house just a house away, and a car with a white driver comes to menace me. Or they try to break into the house. I have no idea what this dream is about. But it must be about something because it comes over and over and over and over. I can go years without having this dream or I can have it every week. There is no rhyme or reason.
