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timepiececlockI had a very vivid dream last night, in the early morning hours.
I don't usually remember or control my dreams, so that was strange enough. In this, it was night, and I was playing on my computer, when I faintly heard my parents call me from outside the house. I run out, and and it's just my dad there, and he's glad to see me, and points out that the garage is on fire. The garage is at the far end of the house from my room, but is adjacent to the street, so you could see inside.
The fire looked small, so ended up going along side the house and opening the door to look in, and hoping to spray it down with a hose. Rationally I can see how stupid it was to even open the door to a burning room, but it was a mild concern at the time.
Inbside the garage the farthest wall was burning fiercly, and little patches of flame were popping up all over the place. And the door from the garage to the kitchen was open, and we were upset to see fire starting in there also. Finally my Dad urge me and back out, and ended up on the lawn again, watching. All I could think about was the fact that in my hand was a cheap paperback, which I'd been carrying at the time, and I had only that crap instead of something important, like pictures. Knowing that we'd lose all those pictures and other memory keepsakes was so upsetting to me that I woke up.
5:13 am. I'd only been asleep for less than 4 hours, and I was exhausted, but I kept thinking as I lay there, about the fire in the garage. So I made myself get up and walk all the way across cold wood and cold tile floors to the garage, and I circled the garage (which had a very cold cememnt floor), because I had to make sure there was no fire starting anywhere.
I refused to turn on any lights, because lights sparked, you know? So I had to do it in the dark. By now I was all worked up, so I wanted to wait vigil for the two more hours until my parents got up and it was daylight again before I went back to sleep.
But I knew that if I did waited in the living room, and didn't turn on the tv or any lights (sparks! Sparks start fire!), I'd fall asleep. And then if the fire started, I could die in my sleep of smoke inhalation, then not only would I be dead, but my entire purpose of staying out there-- to be able to warn my parents-- would be pointless too.
So I figured that everything looked ok, and it was almost 5:30 now, and if I went back to bed, the door would mostly prevent me from smoke poisoning. My brain must have been pretty addled with sleep by then, because I decided that if there was a fire, someone would notice it and wake me up, and then I could just climb out my window. And also, I felt a bit like I worrying too much.
My mom woke me up at about 9 this morning, and she was pleased to learn that I'd gotten up and checked for fire, but was happy to tell me that no, the house hadn't gone up in flames while I was on the Zs.
This is why I'm usually happier not remembering my dreams. Most of my dreams upset me. And now I'm still tired, even though I went back to bed for hours.
I don't usually remember or control my dreams, so that was strange enough. In this, it was night, and I was playing on my computer, when I faintly heard my parents call me from outside the house. I run out, and and it's just my dad there, and he's glad to see me, and points out that the garage is on fire. The garage is at the far end of the house from my room, but is adjacent to the street, so you could see inside.
The fire looked small, so ended up going along side the house and opening the door to look in, and hoping to spray it down with a hose. Rationally I can see how stupid it was to even open the door to a burning room, but it was a mild concern at the time.
Inbside the garage the farthest wall was burning fiercly, and little patches of flame were popping up all over the place. And the door from the garage to the kitchen was open, and we were upset to see fire starting in there also. Finally my Dad urge me and back out, and ended up on the lawn again, watching. All I could think about was the fact that in my hand was a cheap paperback, which I'd been carrying at the time, and I had only that crap instead of something important, like pictures. Knowing that we'd lose all those pictures and other memory keepsakes was so upsetting to me that I woke up.
5:13 am. I'd only been asleep for less than 4 hours, and I was exhausted, but I kept thinking as I lay there, about the fire in the garage. So I made myself get up and walk all the way across cold wood and cold tile floors to the garage, and I circled the garage (which had a very cold cememnt floor), because I had to make sure there was no fire starting anywhere.
I refused to turn on any lights, because lights sparked, you know? So I had to do it in the dark. By now I was all worked up, so I wanted to wait vigil for the two more hours until my parents got up and it was daylight again before I went back to sleep.
But I knew that if I did waited in the living room, and didn't turn on the tv or any lights (sparks! Sparks start fire!), I'd fall asleep. And then if the fire started, I could die in my sleep of smoke inhalation, then not only would I be dead, but my entire purpose of staying out there-- to be able to warn my parents-- would be pointless too.
So I figured that everything looked ok, and it was almost 5:30 now, and if I went back to bed, the door would mostly prevent me from smoke poisoning. My brain must have been pretty addled with sleep by then, because I decided that if there was a fire, someone would notice it and wake me up, and then I could just climb out my window. And also, I felt a bit like I worrying too much.
My mom woke me up at about 9 this morning, and she was pleased to learn that I'd gotten up and checked for fire, but was happy to tell me that no, the house hadn't gone up in flames while I was on the Zs.
This is why I'm usually happier not remembering my dreams. Most of my dreams upset me. And now I'm still tired, even though I went back to bed for hours.
