When You Wake Up Crying From a Haunting Dream

Keeley in the early 1970s

Sometimes a dream will stir up so much emotion that when you awaken, the dream is still so fresh in your mind, and your reaction so strong, the dream extends into the day and occasionally lasts even longer. Such was the case with the following dream:

I was in the apartment of a friend when I noticed a praying mantis trying to get into the apartment. I slammed the door in an attempt to prevent the praying mantis from coming inside. I succeeded in closing the door, but the relief was only temporary, because the bottom corner of the door was missing and it was large enough for the praying mantis to slip through.

The praying mantis reached through the bottom of the door, and I was afraid that if I didn't act quickly, it would come inside. Without bug spray, the only way I knew to get rid of bugs without squishing them was by using any aerosol spray can I could find. I really didn't want to kill the praying mantis, because it wasn't a typical bug, like a spider or a wasp – I just wanted it out of my friend's apartment.

With the can of hairspray I found, I kept spraying and spraying and spraying, but instead of retreating, the bug kept coming. Finally, after I had used probably the whole can of spray, the bug stopped reaching inside the opening in the door.

With some trepidation, I cautiously opened the door, and there, standing outside the door, was my three-year-old daughter, completely drenched in spray.

Convulsive sobs erupted from me as I grabbed on to her. The sobbing was so convulsive, it woke me up. Hours later, the memory of that dream consumed me. I would never hurt my daughter and yet, in my dream, it appeared as if I was trying to get rid of her. I berated myself for days and often cried when I relieved the nightmare. I felt that I was the worst mother ever, and I couldn't believe that I was trying to shut her out, even if it was only a dream.

In reflection, I think that my daughter – as  a praying mantis – represented a pest. Keeley's sleep habits were completely different from mine. She stayed up until 2 a.m. and slept only four hours a night. I needed far more sleep than she did, but I couldn't sleep while she was awake in case something happened to her and her sleep patterns were – quite literally – making me crazy.

Keeley never napped during the day, though I begged her to lie down with me, and she was on hyperdrive all day long. She started talking at 6 a.m. and didn't stop until 2 a.m. My mind was incapable of listening to her every second of the day, and at one time I told her that she had to give me and her voice a break, because the human mind was incapable of listening to one voice talk incessantly for twenty hours a day.

In short, though she was funny and interesting, delightful and cute, she was sometimes a pest. I think my lack of sleep contributed to the horrendous dream that nudged me all day long and contributed to me crying about it for several days. I finally took her to the doctor and told him that he had to give me something to keep me awake or give her something to help her sleep.

He gave Keeley something to help her sleep and I was able finally to get six hours of sleep a night. In retrospect, I realize that I was not trying to shut her out. I was trying to shut her up (at least for a little while each day).

Still, all these years later, I remember how my body sank in despair when I realized I was trying to get rid of my daughter in that dream, even though I realize now that all I really wanted was some sleep.

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When the World Ends

In the days before cell phones, laptops, and even personal computers, before CDs, DVDs, and iPods, I dreamed I was visiting the neighborhood in which I had grown up. My vantage point was that of being above the town, but I don't remember being in a helicopter.

People in their homes were going about their business, acting as if nothing unusual was happening in their little town. I knew different, because I could see them – the roofs of their homes had been removed. They were oblivious to the fact that the government had full access to everything occurring in their homes.

In addition to their roofs being removed, fences surrounded each home, but the feel was more that the purpose of the fence was for confinement rather than for privacy.

I thought I should warn them that the government had full access to whatever was going on in their homes, and that they should fight for their rights, but they ignored me.

Their world, as they knew it, had ended, and they had acquiesced to "the powers that be."

In light of the strange occurrences in the sky right now, with birds dropping by the thousands (read Thousands of Birds Fall Out of the Sky – Is This The End?), we have to wonder if doomsayers could be partially right.

For some reason I've had numerous end-of-the-world dreams. I recount one of them in the article, December 21, 2012 – The End of the World As We Know It – Or Is It?

If you decide not to read it, you'll miss one of the best quotes I've ever read concerning the end of the world, so I will repeat it here. It was written by either Alli Shafer or Deborah Oakes:

Just when the caterpillar thought the world was about to end, it became a butterfly.

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Celebrity Dreams

Ahhhh...Michael Weatherly of NCIS

So often I hear people talk about dreams they've had with celebrities. Somebody I know, who will not allow me to mention her name, dreamed of Robert Pattinson (Edward Cullin). Apparently it was a very steamy dream.

I tend to think that celebrities remind dreamers of somebody else in their lives, or, if the dreamer is particularly attracted to that particular celebrity, the celebrity might represent the dreamer's ideal partner.

Several years ago, I dreamed I was in bed with Clint Eastwood. Even today, as old as he is, I still find him very attractive.

The other night though, I dreamed that N.C.I.S. actor Mark Harmon gazed lovingly into my eyes and tenderly held my face in his hands. That was it. That was the whole dream. And when I awoke, I wondered why I hadn't dreamed about my favorite N.C.I.S. actor, Michael Weatherly.

Not that I don't find Mark Harmon amazingly attractive, but Michael Weatherly has always been the one I found more attractive.

So what does this say about my choice in love interests? Well, isn't it obvious? Michael Weatherly's characther, Tony DiNozzo, is immature and childish. Mark Harmon's character, Jethro Gibbs, is more stable and mature.

So maybe my dream was trying to tell me that instead of going after the immature types, I should start looking for more mature company. I'll have to keep watching N.C.I.S. to see if Tony matures.

Nightmare of a Ten-Year-Old

This nightmare was related to me by my ten-year-old granddaughter, Taylor.

She dreamed that a teenage girl, probably around the age of 13, had crawled around the walls outside her room and along the floors and the walls inside her bedroom. The girl in the nightmare had a face that was shrouded in darkness. Taylor was very frightened by her.

As Taylor recounted the dream to me, I couldn't help but think about the freaky girl with her creepy way of crawling out of the television in the movie, "The Ring."

But I also couldn't help thinking about the television program, Psychic Kids: Children of the Paranormal. Those kids are visited by spirits who frighten them too.

According to Taylor, the girl had scratches all over her face, and she kept telling Taylor, "I'm going to kill you."

As Taylor relates, "She seemed so real, like she was really there. Every time I closed my eyes, she would get closer and closer to me, and she would count down, '3, 2, 1,' but every time, just before she got to one, I would open my eyes again. Then it would start all over."

Taylor went on to tell me, "This happened over and over until my mom came in to sleep with me until I could fall asleep."

Taylor had never before seen the girl in her nightmare.

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Adults have a hard time with nightmares. How much more do children? While my granddaughter was having this nightmare sometime after midnight in her bedroom last night, I was lying on the couch in the living room. My grandson, Kaden, came down to tell me that Taylor was upstairs in bed crying. By the time I reached the top of the stairs, her mom and dad, after hearing the commotion, came out of their bedroom to comfort Taylor.

In pre-teens, any number of contributing factors could have caused Taylor to have this nightmare. She loves to read scary books and she loves watching scary movies. Even though 10-year-olds like to think they're very grown up, they aren't, and the one thing Taylor wanted and needed at that moment, was her mom. 

My sisters and I weren't allowed into our parents' bed when we were young. If we had a nightmare, we had to deal with it. I would have loved to have known that I could have sought safety and comfort in my parents' bed whenever I had a nightmare. I'm glad Taylor was able finally to get a good night's rest and I hope the girl with the scratched face never visits her again.

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Driving the Right Way in a Dream

I am with my son and his family. We are getting ready to celebrate Christmas. Only a few people have said they were coming, so we fix dinner for only his sisters (my daughters), their families, and my son and his family. Suddenly my nephew and my father walk in and I realize my mother, my sisters, and probably my other nephew are coming as well. We will definitely need a lot more food.

Now people I don't even know are showing up and I know for sure I will have to get more food in order to feed everybody.

Now I'm driving a car. My son is with me. For some reason, the wheel will turn only right. I'm trying to force it left, but the wheel refuses to turn in that direction. I panic as I see the car head toward another vehicle. It smashes into a car that is parked in front of a house.

My son gets out of the car and says he'll ask his father to help us. We get out of the car and walk into a house that clearly does not belong to my ex-husband. But I hear my ex's voice and when we walk in, I expect to see him. The man with my ex-husband's voice, though, does not look at all like my ex and when I look over at my son, while I'm wondering why he has chosen to call this man his father, my son no longer looks like my son either. Both father and son decide to help me and treat me as if I'm still the son's mother.

Now I'm the passenger sitting in a car and an animal walks toward us. At first it looks kind of like a deer as it slowly makes its way to the window.The driver opens the window slightly to see what the animal wants. The animal wants to heal me. I'm allergic to animals, so I'm wondering how I will react, but I find myself trusting this animal.

The driver lowers the window even more and the animal, which looks more like an eagle or a phoenix now, jumps through the window and sits on my lap. It leans toward me and chews my eyes, but my eyes don't hurt even while it bites my eyes. Even though what the animal/bird is doing seems odd, even in the dream, I somehow feel he/she is helping me by performing this strange ritual. It speaks to me almost intuitively.

The animal reveals my soul to me by pulling things from my past. Though I don't remember mentioning out loud that when I was a child I thought the only person who ever showed me any genuine affection and loved me was my aunt who died when I was ten years old, this animal seems to zero in on my loss and senses my pain. I can tell that this animal, whatever it is, is attempting to heal me.

When the animal leaves, I wonder if I'm not allergic to animals anymore and if a connection between my allergy to animals and the pain of losing my aunt is possible.
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I'm going to have to examine the meaning of this dream at a later date. Because I was the one who had it, I'm a little too close to it right now to figure out the meaning. Following Gayle Delaney's dream process, I'm going to have to ask myself what each of these dream symbols means to me and how each of them are connected. If you have any thoughts, I would appreciate hearing them.

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Another End of The World Dream

Years ago, probably in the late 80s, I had a dream about the end of the world. I've had many of these dreams, so when people talk about December 21, 2012, I tend to think the possibility exists that the world AS WE KNOW IT (not necessarily Earth itself) may come to an end.

In this dream, I have sought sanctuary in a church. I am with one of my sisters. None of my other family members, including my children and grandchildren, have survived, at least as far as I know. We are all we have left of our family.

We are huddled inside a church with a group of people, none of whom I know. We are sitting in utter darkness. I don't know how long we have been there, but I remember having my arm around my sister (she was blind in this dream – in reality my sister has terrible eyesight, but she is not blind) and I remember suddenly noticing a sliver of light appear on the horizon.

It felt as if some horrible catastrophe had occurred that caused us all to be in this church, but whatever caused the traumatic event had somehow ended. Though nobody spoke, I don't think any of us knew how many others were left on Earth. Together we walked out of the church and saw what could only be described as a cap, which had been previously been placed around the world, suddenly being lifted.

With my arms around my sister, I guided her toward the sliver of light.

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This dream could actually be about the end of the world – I could say this dream was a premonition, especially considering that I, the dreamer, have had other dreams in which I am around at the end of the world.

Or, it could mean that I am predicting the end of MY world, as I know it.

Then again, it could mean that I am going to somehow protect my sister for some reason or perhaps guide her in some way. This dream occurred more than 20 years ago and remains as fresh in my mind now as it did when I had it.

Another interesting facet of this dream is that while I had my arm around my sister, who was blind in this dream, the fact that we were in complete darkness means that I was blind as well, at least until I saw the light.

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The Clone Blog

What do you do when, for TWO WHOLE MONTHS, you have to deal with a ton of personal issues, including a car in need of more than a thousand dollars worth of repair, a broken vacuum cleaner with a warranty (but the nearest fix-it place is 50 miles away), a broken refrigerator (cost me several hundred dollars), a broken computer (would cost the price of a new computer to fix), no Internet connection (so even with a working computer, what difference would it make), seven blogs that cry for your attention, a memory that fails every now and then to remind you to take your cancer drugs and your asthma medicine, AND you take care of children all day long?

Well, I can't answer for you, but for me, I've decided to clone my blogs – at least this once.

Yessiree. If you go to any of my blogs (all of which are listed at the end of this blog), you will find that on this day, December 6, 2010, every single one of my blogs will say exactly the same thing as does this blog – assuming I don't get interrupted while I'm posting everywhere, that is.

So, without further ado (I don't think I've ever used that word before), here are a couple of (shortened versions of) blogs I would have written if I could have found the time and a working Internet connection:

MY HAIR

When my hair began to grow after chemo destroyed it, I noticed about a thousand cowlicks EVERYWHERE. In other words, I continue to look as if I am permanently affixed to an invisible electrical socket.

My youngest daughter and I were sitting in the cafeteria at Barnes and Noble (one of my favorite places to visit) when I spotted two women, who at first appeared to be reflections of me in the windows and whose hair looked as ugly as mine did. Of course mine was hiding beneath Avon's Breast Cancer cap, so nobody could tell how truly ugly it was.

In complaining to my daughter about how horrible I felt, because every time I looked in the mirror I saw a frightening apparition, I decided to illustrate my sense of horror by pointing out the two women to her.

"See those two women sitting by the window with their short, ugly, no-style hair?" I asked my daughter. She discreetly turned around.

"That's how I feel," I continued.

"You feel gay?" she asked.

OK, before you get all uppity, know this: several people I know are gay, and one of my best friends is gay – I think HE would get a laugh out of my daughter's comment.

MY FASHION SENSE

Everybody knows I have none – fashion sense, that is. I even wrote about my lack of fashion sense in my Weekend of Fashion blog, which I invite you to read by clicking the link.

Never had my lack of fashion sense been more apparent, though, than the year Jim Riordan shot his movie, Maddance, and one of his actors needed an outfit for a character she considered to be "trailer trashy."

Oh, what to wear, what to wear? Her eyes settled on me. I was wearing a broom skirt with a button down sleeveless top and a pair of sandals.

"That outfit, the one you're wearing. That would be perfect."

The #@%$&! What irks me even more is that I actually GAVE her my outfit!

WHEN TEMPERS FLARE

Yes, I'll admit it. I have a temper. Some people might be surprised to learn that I do because I usually hide it, though not always very well. You can tell when I'm upset, though, because I sulk or become an absolute witch.

Seething with sarcasm, my eyes squint into slivers of hatred. I become a cartoon character of myself, and I really don't like ME when I act that way (though, believe me, I have plenty of reasons to be "witchy" sometimes). In spite of those reasons, I really TRY to be mature (at my age, you would think that would come naturally by now).

Sadly I can't always help myself, so I'd kind of like other people to step forward and slap my mind with things like, "Do you realize you're acting like a temper-tantrum-throwing child?" or  (sarcastically) "Yeah, it's all about you!" or (even more sarcastically) "Nobody else ever in the history of life itself has ever had as many problems as you do. You deserve the status of martyr. Give me the phone. I must call the Pope!"

When I act like the Wicked Witch of the West I don't understand why people don't just throw a house on me. Maybe my toes curling beneath the pressure of a house smashing me into the ground would be the catalyst for change and I would respond differently. I could smile and say chirpy little comments, like, "My car needs over a thousand dollars worth of repair – the Universe must be trying to tell me something." ("You're getting too old to drive, Nimwit!"), and, "My computer is so broken, it will cost me the price of a new computer to fix it, so the Universe must be trying to tell me something." ("You're the one who wanted to be a writer – maybe you should rethink you're 'ideal job'.")

Or, and this is just a thought, maybe people should start being more responsible for OTHER people, especially those – like me – who need…what? What do I need – a heavy dose of reality? No, thank you. I think I've had  plenty of that…a reminder that lots of people have it worse than I do? No, that won't work. Oh, how about ________ (fill in the blank – I'm trying out a new type of blog – interactive – how's that working for me)?

Oh, you know what? Just throw a house on me!

Hmm, you don't like my remedy for witchiness? Be gone! Before somebody throws a house on you!

COMCAST

Comcast is on my hits (rearrange the letters) list. For the past three years since I moved into my home I have had intermittent problems with my Internet connection, and EVERY SINGLE TIME I call them and they send a tech, without fail, the technician who arrives at my home to FIX (choke choke) the problem tells me that the guy who came before him didn't know what he was doing.

I repeat – EVERY SINGLE TIME.

So, does that mean that for the past 3 years, every technician Comcast has sent to my home has been incompetent, or does Comcast hire egocentric techs with superiority complexes who believe that nobody but them knows how to properly connect a computer to the Internet?

Whatever. My Internet connection is in Illinois while I am in Virginia enjoying, in addition to attending to the needs of my grandchildren, a reliable Internet connection. Could the fact that I'm in Quantico, hub of the FBI and other government agencies, have anything to do with that, I wonder?

Despite the vacuum cleaner/computer/Internet/car/refrigerator problems I have been deftly dealing with over the past several months, I have managed to get a couple of articles and blogs written, the most recent of which is Paranormal Gifts for Your Paranormal Loved One.

In my Help For Single Parents blog, my most recent postings are:
PREVENT BULLYING
Applauding Accomplishments
Single Parent Resources

The three recent posts that appear in my Paranormal Minds blog are:
Why Does the Tarot Scare People?
Interviewing the Dead
I Have a Confession to Make

My Heart Blogs To You includes the following recent posts:
What Happened This Halloween
T-Ball With Kaden
Why I Have No Time To Write
Jeremy – Another Writer In My Family

Your Weird Dreams could appear in this blog along with these dreams:
The Bobby and The Dead Guy In The Trunk
Violent Murder In A Dream
Dream of Former Workplace

Writer of Blogs includes only one recent post:
How Embarrassment Became a Kindle

Your Blog Connection is currently disconnected due to the fact that I have not interviewed anybody recently for that blog.
But just because I had no time to devote to this blog, doesn't mean you can't check it out ;) Also, if you want YOUR blog covered, let me know.

My Wordpress Blog
Nothing new here, either, but feel free to visit for links to my other blogs and articles that automatically post here.

My most recent Associated Content Articles include the following:
A Halloween Paranormal Nightmare While Awake
I Wish Somebody Would Do Something About That!
The Perfect Gift for People Who Have Everything

My most recent Xomba Articles include:
A Halloween Paranormal Nightmare While Awake: Halloween Voices Won't Let You Sleep
Interview With Dead Rock Star Jim Morrison of the Doors
Learning the Mysteries of The Tarot
Paranormal Gifts for Your Paranormal Loved One

Hopefully by 2011, everything will be less stressful and I'll be writing more. The only way I can see that happening, though, is to find my own planet. But then I'd have to consider the costs to get there and...

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