mrs. wood's apocalypse training and a conversation with the man upstairs

I was in an apocalypse training class. it looked like the inside of a portable. the walls were that fake wood siding. there was a tv that sat on an old metal stand (like the ones they used to have in schools on sub days) and we had desks. outside it was dark and i could see the trees hung over the classroom. in the window to the left there was a dirt driveway with a few cars parked on it. there were a few other people around my age sitting in the desks around me. there was an instructor, who looked a lot like my first grade teacher, mrs. Wood. Mrs. Wood was very strict. she had grey hair that she always wore up in a bun, and long flowery dresses. she was older, maybe in her 60s i sopose. i remember i always had a very hard time staying awake in her class. i would get yelled at a lot for it. so i doodled to help me stay awake while i listened to her teaching us about witting and adding and subtracting, and i would get in trouble for that as well. she always seemed to be yelling at me for something i was or wasn't doing. i never understood what the big deal was, i always seemed to know the answers and how to do all the things she taught, so why couldnt she just leave me be? ahem... back to the dream.... this instructor looked exactly like her. i was in the back. there was a very loud girl in the desk ahead of me and she was blabbbering on and on about something. i started to listen. she was saying that she would most likely be the first to die blah blah blah...and then the other people chimed in, so the teacher ordered a vent session. one by one each person got a few mins to get in a good rant...it was finally my turn, and i had a lot to say. but as soon as i opened my mouth mrs wood, eh...whoever she was...started back on her lecture, no one else seemed to even notice that id been left out of this venting circle. i spoke up and asked if i could take a go at it. she replied that it was time to move on . I  got very mad. no on seemed to even care, and some of them even gave me nasty looks like i was disrupting them. i stormed out of the class room and jumped into a red sports car. i sped off, the tires peeled and dirt flung every which way. i was nearing a curve in the road and pushed the gas down even further. I began to cry. i asked god " why can't i tell anyone?" i heard his voice clear as day, and he answered "You have to withhold it for now, just be patient" things got a little calmer and....

i woke up crying. it took me a little while to stop because i was crying so badly...i felt better after a while and went back to sleep. 

the old man and one crazy lady

i was standing on the side of the street. there was a man across whispering something to me. i was so confused, i didnt understand what he was saying. finally i could make out his whispers. i could hear him whispering like he was right beside me even though he was far away. he was saying "waaake up" i was like 'what is he talking about', i just didnt understand. i was so confused. he just kept telling me to wake up over and over. then he said "waake up or youre gonna be late" again i didnt understand why he was telling me to wake up, i didn't understand what the phrase 'wake up' actually ment. which is a little interesting to me. then i think something clicked.but before i had time to realize that i was actually asleep,  he was in my face yelling, he was so close to my face that i could see in his mouth while he screamed at me "WAKE UP!" shaking me with his hands on my shoulders. 

i woke up and looked at the clock..the heck? its only 6:30 so i went to the bathroom and lay back down to back to sleep. before i could close my eyes i started seeing people running around my house through my cracked door, but they were the usual shadows i see, and little, like children or midgets or something. i woke my husband and told them there was people in my house stealing our things.he went to look and i heard him talking to somebody...i came out and it was some lady but i couldn't see her face. i asked her why she was in my house taking my things and she said "im not in your house. you're in my house!" we argued back and forth like that until she got so angry that she attacked me. she had one of the girls dvds 'good boy' and cut my throat with it.  i saw the blood. i covered my throat. blood everywhere. i couldnt stop it. i looked up at her as she smiled. my vision started getting blurry, and then everything went black.

.woke up to the alarm at 7 or i thought it said 7. im still a little unsure on the alarm clock part...got out to the living room and its actually 7:30.....

i wasnt really sure how to color code this. im not sure if i actually woke up to see the alarm at 6:30 or if the whole thing was a dream. so i just wrote it all in black. i dont remember actually going back to sleep to have the second one so im guessing the whole getting up and going to the bathroom was just all part of one weird dream. i asked my husband if i woke him up to go check, he said no. if i had woken him up he would have remembered, because once you wake him up and he gets out of bed he cant get back to sleep. hes very unlike me in that way lol 
maybe when i woke up and looked at the clock it was me turning the snooze on or something....the whole time i thought the clock was off by 30 mins, but when i went to change it the next night it was right again or still right im not sure. i really hate being this confused. its a little scary if you ask me. 


also to the people who think if you die in your dreams then you die in real life...explain this then


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go away richard simons..im trying to sleep here

ok..so theres a reason my doctor told me not to take anything with antihistamine in it..........
i was having really bad back spasms from falling asleep in some awkward position(woke up with my head dangling off the bed lol) so i took this back pain medicine, and since it siad NON DROWSY i figure it should be safe..right? WRONG! it still had antihistamine in it...i was falling in and out of the dream world all day long. i was feeling extreamly sleepy so i went to just lay down on the bed to rest. my husband and children where out in the living room and i remember hearing a sketchers commercial. ***

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so im just laying there and all of a sudden i hear some way too excited voice in the distance...he got closer and closer. eventually i could make out his words. i was like "omg. really?! im just trying to rest here, and i cant do that with you bothering me" i looked up and theres this richard simons look a like . he was way too energetic bouncing around all over my room. i was soo confused. he came closer, all the while with a ggantic smile on his face. i could make out more of his features now. he had curly blonde hair, and alot of if! there was also tuffts of chest hair poking out of what looked like a bright red sequand yodling outfit. even more confused i just lay there on my bed watching him. "what is he doing? and cant he see im trying to sleep?" he started talking like an infomercial.."buy these shoes! act now! would you like to try them on?" what is going on..i started walking away..wait?! walking away? i was in a mall now. the halls were empty except for me and this yodleing sales man. he followed me. "would you like to buy these shoes?" no..i ran...so did he....he just kept on badgering me. finally i stopped. ok ill look at his shoes...i turned around and he pulled them out from behind his back....still with that same creepy smile he had the whole time...finally i saw these ridiculous shoes he was going on and on about...the were ruby slippers! they looked exactly like dorotys from wizard of oz, except a lot more modern. they were highheels..tall ones! as soon as i realized what shoes they were i


*woke up..my room came into focus...ugggg im back on my bed..thank the lord! the background muffles became clearer and i could hear that same stupid sketchers commercial...did i really have that very long dream in that short of time?! how weird.....i went out and asked my family how long i was asleep..maybe it just came on again...they told me i had just walked in there! this type of thing happened all day long....and is the reason i avoid benadryl!

she pulled my leg

i wasn't with daniel anymore. SO my mom, grams, jamie, and jeremy took me on a vacation to cheer me up. we go to this beautiful lake. it was magical. there was a canopy of bright green trees over top and caves all around. it was nice and covered, and i felt really safe inside. there was a hotel there, but for some reason we slept in a van that looked a lot like my grams; old mini van from my childhood. chick was there, and we both just chilled and feel asleep in the back seat. i remember waking up a lot and seeing her in a differant position everytime. when we woke up, we went swimming. i was having a good time. i swam into the middle of the lake and it was so crystal clear that i could see all the way to the bottom. there were giant rocks everywhere and underground caves and pretty seaweed waving around. i could see peple everywhere laughing and playing and splashing. i was so happy and smilly and calm and peacefull. then all of a sudden i stabbed myself in the leg with something. i heard everyone scream really loud. and they all started running everywhere and pushing each other down. i looked down at my leg and for some reason i opened the wound. i could see inside. the lake turned into this icky slime and murky. the sky turned dark. i looked around, everyone was gone, it was quiet. i was all alone, and scared. i still had my wound open under the water. the lake started pouring into my leg through the open cut. trash and slime and sewage too. i got out. i leaned up against a trash can.my leg hurt very badly and i could barely hubble around. a male life guard came up to me. im pretty sure he was gay (not that that matters at all to me, just an observation. and he tends to be in a lot of my dreams, although i dont know who he is). he told me to never wear those shoes again, and that they were banned here. i looked down and i had shoes on, nikes i think with the number 101 on them. when i looked back up he was gone. i got to the car to show my mom my leg..i looked inside and there were no bones or anything...it was just an empty pouch with this gross ground up fleshy brown gook.and there was a single piece of trash inside. my mom started to pull my leg. i was freaking out and panicking. as soon as it came off i noticed there was a new leg underneath, but still a wound. it didnt hurt anymore, now it was just numb. her and grams went a little ways away so i couldnt hear them whispering, but i could..it was like i was right beside them, but they were far away. my mom was saying that she wanted to take me to the hospital but she didnt know how they would put it back on without chopping off my foot. all the time they talked she had my old leg in her hand flopping it back and forth. it dangled and flexed like it was made of rubber. i remember thinking "why in the heck do i need that old leg when i have a perfectly good new leg right here" they finished discussing and everyone went over to the passanger side door....this time it was a silver compact car, ive never seen before. it was locked. they all yelled some random saying and it seemed as though it were some inside joke that i w   asnt in on. i felt left out. everyone went through the same door one after one like a bunch of curcious clowns. i stood there for a moment and watched them before i got in and sat down. alarm clock*
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woke up with a weird feeling in my leg where i had been stabbed in the dream.. it felt like that for a few hours. it didnt hurt, it just felt weird...tingly maybe? its hard to describe.