As I was thinking of things to write about me, I came up with some dreams that I had as a child. Some were reoccurring dreams and the others are just random dreams that I had. I just wonder why the dreams I remember are so weird.
Dream 1: This one is a reoccurring dream, In this dream I am Dorthy and the Wicked Witch of the West is chasing me. I run into this room that has a bunch of furniture in it. I hide behind an opened back chair with a wicker seat. Sometimes the witch can see me and other times she can't. I have my basket and Toto with me. I think Toto has barked a couple of times and that attracts the witch's gaze if I am hidden behind the chair.
Dream 2: Another reoccurring dream. I am walking around the corner of the house I grew up in. Sometimes I still live there and I am trying to go home, other times I am walking away to where I live now (in the dream). As I get to the side gate (the backyard had a trailer gate off the street) two big Dobermans come out of the ally and growl and snap at me. I have never been attacked in the dream because I wake up, but I always have the feeling that if I had stayed asleep, I would have died.
Dream 3: This dream is once in a lifetime weird. In the backyard of the house I grew up in, I had a play house in the far corner and a storage shed along the back fence. My house had a back covered porch with a wall around it. There was one doorway in. I start in the play house and I have to get to my house. I run to the shed because something is chasing me, but it can't get inside buildings. When I open the shed door I find the Ghost Busters, the cartoon guys only in the flesh, complete with Slimer, only he is more cartoonish. I explain my problem and they let me go through the shed because the opposite door of the shed is closer to the opening to the porch. I run across the yard and make it to the sliding glass door. I walk in and run to my parent's room to tell them all the horrible things that happened to me. I crawl in their bed and lay between them. While I am hugging them, they turn into zombieish monsters. Then I wake up.
Dream 4: Luckily I only had this dream once, I was so scared after this dream. I was in the house I grew up in and I had this cool talking dog, his name was D.O.G. that I wanted to get inside because it was going to rain. I tried everything, but he wanted to stay outside to the very last moment. So I started closing the door and counting down from 10, when I got to 1 the door would be closed. As I said two he jumped over the wall of the porch and ran for the door. I was closing the very last crack as I said one and just at the last second D.O.G. got his muzzle in the door and I closed the door and it and it came right off. As a sat on the floor with D.O.G.'s muzzle in my hand and stroking his head, I woke up. I was seriously crying.
Those are a few of the dreams that I remember from my childhood. They were really weird the first time, but on further refection I have to wonder what I was thinking about to cause such strange dreams.
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