Dr. Who??

I keep having dreams about the show Dr. Who. I haven't even watched this show. Well, I've seen bits and pieces of about two or three episodes. That hardly counts. I have friends who post loads of pictures and memes referencing to Dr. Who, though. So much so that they have slipped into my dreams and transformed dream land for me occasionally. They definitely fit in with the rest of my psychologically concerning dreams.

Unfortunately, at this moment, I cannot recall everything about the dream. I remember the land was pink and purple, almost like a Dr. Seuss world. I was outside, yet kind of high up, like on a balcony to a castle tower. Yet it was far more industrial than most castles are. Made of steel, not stone. Anyway. There was some crazy adventure going on, and I couldn't tell you for the life of me what the purpose of the adventure was. There was a man though, presumably "the doctor", and it was fascinating, the things that had to happen. I don't even remember what happened, I just remember the feelings. Something had to be done, reasons were unbeknownst to me. He was in a dramatic hurry to do it, and seemed interested in having fun at the same time. It was an entertaining dream. I know I have had at least one other like it.

OH I also remember we were camping in this pink and purple dream world. So we were in a woodsy area with open land for setting up camp.


I have been told to watch the show, but what I've seen of it really does not interest me. I can't get past the cheap graphics and poor acting.

Violence

Some day when I'm married, I am genuinely concerned for the safety of my spouse.

A few weeks ago, I had a dream where I was getting on an elevator. I was in a basement, filled with utility supplies and boxes. The elevator was kind of off in an area surrounded by boxes, so you are not easily seen. While waiting for the elevator, a guy came over and I was thinking "okay, time to just be quiet and not make eye contact" because I was on a mission of some sort, and I needed to focus. We get on the elevator, and suddenly he corners me and starts grabbing me, trying to pin me to the wall. He is going to attack me. He grabs my right arm (my dominant), and I begin kicking and thrashing. Then, I bite his arm as hard as I can.
I suddenly realized I really was biting something, and woke up to find my blankets in my mouth, biting as hard as I can.

Night before last, I had another dream. I was in the parking lot for my apartment. It was dark, and I was parking a car. I got out of the car and saw a cat laying in a melting pile of snow. My first instinct was to help the animal, but I was wary because I didn't know the temperament of the cat. Sure enough, I approach and the cat starts hissing. I decide to let it be, but I have to walk by the cat anyway to get where I'm going, and the cat leaps for me. It's on my left arm, clawing and biting. I try grabbing it by the collar of its neck and yanking it off, but the cat starts attacking my other arm. I throw it to the ground, and it keeps coming back at me. I manage to pin the animal on the ground and it is continuing to bite and scratch, so I start punching the cat, because this cat is a monster. I punched it three times.

I woke up and was punching my mattress with my left hand with all of my strength.

There seems to be a common theme of self defense in my dreams lately. I keep being unexpectedly attacked and have to fight for my safety.
I hope I never hurt anyone in my sleep. Hahaha.

Insane Pilot, Flood, and More

I was back in The Ivy apartments, but I was also home. It was also Dubuque, and we lived downtown. It was Dubuque from my dreams, not real-life Dubuque, which means there were really tall buildings downtown and there were even more hills than there already are. And the river was so much bigger and deeper and violent. Anyway. A pilot was flying this massive plane with propellers. He was flying out of control. We had no idea where he would go next. His propellers were giant, and would slash through cars and buildings. People were dying. It was a terrorist attack, basically. He flew around the city and pummeled himself towards crowds of people, destroying them. We kept running toward far ends of the building every time we saw him coming close. He ended up destroying part of our apartment, as we all crammed against the far wall. Many employees at the apartment died right there. After several more minutes of slicing through other planes that were parked, other buildings, and making swoops and threatening blows at traffic and people, he finally nose dived and his treacherous flight attack was over as his plane exploded, shaking the earth and causing mudslides and rock avalanches to being pouring down the massive hillsides. We were also near the Hoover Dam like we are here in Nevada. The dam broke, and the whole town flooded. My family was lucky and we managed to hop inside a lifeboat that we had and ride the slick ground down like a water slide, and then momentum shot us upward to the top of a hill, where many other refugees were waiting out the flood. On top of there was Tyler's family. The flood seceded eventually and we began making our way back around the town to our homes, observing the terrible damage that resulted from this violent flood.
I was back in a church building, but I was terrified of being there because of past experiences as a child. (These experiences were all dream-made, not real at all). Apparently I had been in a teaching class, preparing to be a teacher as a child, and I was abused by the lady running the program. I was beat, screamed at, clothes yanked off me and beat some more. It had been humiliating and terrifying. I was now back here, and the building was still flooded. I had to teach groups of children, and they were rotten kids. I don't remember what they were doing, but they verbally abused me as well, and the lady was back, watching me, and I couldn't leave.
Then she was gone and I was telling this information with my mom, who was appalled. I then had to lead groups of children to the restroom. There was a line, and most of the sinks and toilets were not working because of the flood and the terrorist attack earlier.
I finally was able to enter a restroom, and it looked like the frozen custard parlor I went to last night with Alexx and Eric.

Then I was back home, in the Dubuque-like area. and I was helping Tyler's family get back to their home. Then I was with an old friend, but now that I am awake, I cannot recall who it was. We waited as Oliver (who was a bit older) and another child dragged on behind us, and almost got in trouble by bursting a massive pocket of water stuck in a plastic container (similar to the material used on our pool beds), that would have killed them if they were not careful, or taken out any car driving by at that time. We heard a massive bang and screams and thought it was them, but it wasn't. We never found out what it was, and figured it had to be something like an explosion, or something massive falling down on a crowd because of the damage caused by the insane pilot.

Then I got married. (The dream did not specify who.) It was in the temple, but I still had not received my endowments, so I was very worried that the marriage was not true. I felt so very happy beyond belief that I was married to the love of my life, and we both continued to embrace, but the worry about my endowments was sticking out like a sore thumb.

Then we continued to clean up. The marriage part of the dream was over. I went back to the apartment complex and we went to go observe the damage. We had to live back there, and I was terrified. I couldn't be in the living room without still seeing the plane come through and destroy everything outside. I kept having flashbacks and couldn't stop shaking with fear.

Then I continued to help clean up homes. There was cheap linoleum flooring in our kitchen that had been destroyed from the flood. It was a mess.

Then I was a character in a story. I think it was Hey Arnold, but the story was much more deep, important, and serious than the silly cartoon really is. There was a baker who had run out of his key ingredient because of the flood, and we had to help him. I knew how the story would end in my head, but still had to live it out. It wasn't very interesting, so I don't remember most of it.
Then my cousin Shelley and her family came (as they really are doing tonight in real life), and we sat them down for dinner. The baker was still remorseful for the sake that his pancake-type pastry was not as good as it should be. He had done something different to make up for the lost ingredients, and it turned out to be better than the original. Happy ending for that part of the dream.

Then I had to run back to school with my brother, who was some kind of character from something that I cannot remember. I was very sick and cold and was not dressed to be seen in public, so I stayed in the car, and hoped and prayed nobody would see me. Then I had to drive this car down hill, but it wouldn't drive like a normal car. I had to direct the car verbally, as if it was being driven by a young, first-time driver. We made it home safely, and I helped fix up bunk beds that had been damaged by the flood.

Plane Crash

There was an attack planned on a German airplane carrying German citizens. They were flying over the United States. It was a foreign country who attacked, though. I don't know what country. They had reason to attack. It wasn't just to cause terror, but the Germans had recently done something to that country and the country was resentful. Attacking a plane was unfair revenge, though. It happened here in Las Vegas. People had heard rumors and we thought it was going to be averted, but everybody was still waiting. The airport here is in the center of the town, so there are always planes flying somewhat low over your home. I saw the attack happen. The plane was heading north like they always do over our house. A fighter plane or something came out of nowhere and dropped a bomb on the plane. There was an explosion, and the plane started falling and turned as it was falling. The plane was hurdling to the ground, heading towards our house. It looked like our house would be its final stopping place. Grace, Oliver, Hoover and I were the only ones home. I started screaming "Run!! It's coming!", ran out of my room, grabbed Hoover and we all ran to the garage to escape. I remember trying to prepare Oliver and Grace for the loud sound that would happen and shouting "Cover your ears!". There was a bone chilling crashing/crunching sound, the ground shook, the power went out and we were frozen in our tracks. Some time passed, and neighbors were standing around, horror struck. I got up the courage to run into the house to see the damage. The plane didn't hit our house though. It landed in our back yard (which was MUCH bigger in the dream). It was terrifying. It was all smoking rubble, some fire fighters, and scattered bodies. Not every body was found, though. Many had been destroyed when the bomb hit.
They had to be buried in our yard (which was mostly desert). Their graves weren't very deep, so there were mounds of dirt everywhere. It was terrible.

Screams and Murder

I have had this dream before, and I hate it. I had it before I read The Hunger Games.

For some reason or another, I was back in high school, but also at BYU-I. Every few years, the school had a ritual of having these teams of 4 take the "stage" and fight for the death. There was always at least one senior, and then the rest were randomly selected. So sometimes, barely 14-year-old kids would be fighting nearly 19-year-old people. Often, the people only knew each other by passing one another in the halls. Familiar faces, but nothing else. Other times, the competitors were best friends. Or even siblings.

It was all viewed from my high school's auditorium, which is very old and pretty dark. I kept trying to hide from teachers and professors who would grab me and take me to the auditorium to wait for my turn. There were some people who were helpful and supportive of me trying to escape, and others who clearly did not approve of my motives.

Many people I knew died, and many survived, but they were forever changed. It was terrible.

I barely swept by unnoticed by those who mattered and would force me to go on.

When it was over, I went on a huge rant in front of a large classroom with tons of students and teachers and community members, asking them why they allow this to happen, and how disgusting it is. I was screaming, completely exhausting myself through the emotion and physical exertion of screaming. I was screaming at them to put an end to it, to be humane. I felt incredibly alone.

The dream was absolutely miserable. I hate that dream.

Pink Alcohol

It has been a while since I have had an odd dream!
Last night's dream was terrible!

All of my siblings were home, including Molly and Kevin. We were in our house from Lubbock. She showed us this new television show that was just awful!! It was a very promiscuous game show that apparently was all the rage. Suddenly I had to be a contestant on the show, and I was frozen (not literally... I just couldn't move), so people kept grabbing me and doing..stuff.. to me and everybody was enjoying it except me. I finally got out of there and was suddenly with Nick. We were with a cousin of mine, talking with him, and he was being ridiculous. Then we were at this large arcade place, but there were a ton of water slides and things like that! I went on them with my cousin, but he ditched me eventually. Then I went on it with Nick. We went back to the gift shop after that and was so thirsty, so I grabbed a drink that looked good. It was pink. (just a few days ago I was at a surprise party and there was pink vitamin water.. the drink in the dream looked just like it.) Apparently it was an alcoholic drink and the cashier didn't stop me from buying it. I drank it and felt fine. My parents somehow found out I drank this. They had seen me on the show, and they called me into a room by myself - the way they always do when I'm in trouble. They asked me the weirdest question - why my pee was pink. At this point, I already knew I had bought and drank alcohol, even though I did not feel drunk or anything... anyway. They thought I was going off the deep end. They wanted to keep me from seeing Nick. They thought he was the influence on having me buy the drink, and they thought he would act on me the same way the people on the show acted on me. This was complete bogus. I had to explain that the drink was an accident, even though I knew logically that would be hard to believe. They showed me my sister Sally, and explained that because of my actions, she was now an alcoholic. I was to blame. They treated her with love and cared for her and were very gentle to her in trying to help her, but with me they were going to give me hell.

Later I was with Nick, and he kept kissing me in ways I didn't like. Ways my ex used to try to do.

It was pretty unlike my parents and Nick.

The dream was just terrible and I am so glad it was just a dream.

Dog Dish

My baby, Tango, is getting old. My family is moving, but Tango is not. She is going to stay with my sister and brother-in-law. She is very happy to not have to share her toys anymore! However, in my dream last night, Tango got pretty sick. My family could not afford to get her the medication she needed to make her better. And her sickness was not even that bad. But because she was old, the family decided to put her down. Instead of just taking her to the vet or humane society, there was this charity of sorts that would take your pets and kill them for you for free. They would then take the animal and feed the meat to hungry homeless people. I was so upset that my baby was going to be eaten! They wanted her, too. Everybody in my family had just accepted it, but I refused to let it happen. I kept holding on to her, but they (the people at the charity) kept taking her away. I didn't understand how my family could just be okay with this. Nick was with me, and he was supporting me, but at the same time, he didn't know what to do, either. They ended up taking her and I just sat there crying. The poor girl. She didn't know what was going on, and just looked over at me while they carried her away with her ears perked up.

My sweet little baby Tango brat.