Dream Journal 01

“You learned to run from what you feel, and that’s why you have nightmares. To deny is to invite madness. To accept is to control.”

― Megan Chance, The Spiritualist

In the spirit of Halloween, I am going to try to share only nightmares for the month of October (even if they are more weird and lame than they are scary lol). If you want to try to decode the symbols of your own dreams, you should check out the dream dictionary webpage. It includes a large database of popular dream symbols and their possible meanings.

It’s cold, and my body is shivering from the frigid chill in the air. In the darkness, I can just make out the shape of my husband Ross, who is laying next to me on top of a dingy stained mattress. We are in an ally hidden behind a large green dumpster. I rise to stand, and make my way toward the opening of the ally. Peering out, I can see that I am on a downtown street. I am all alone, surrounded by a cloak of darkness and fog.

Suddenly, a group of huskies appeared at the end of the block, headed my way. They seemed friendly enough, so I reached down and started petting them. Little did I know, their owners were close behind them. Five men ran up to me, screaming and wagging their fingers in my face. The commotion had stirred Ross, who was now by my side attempting to defend me against the angry dog owners. I look down and saw that, what were once playful loving pups were now snarling rabid dogs lurching towards me. They were salivating, ready to tear into me like a juicy sirloin steak. I was grateful for the silver metallic chain leashes that had magically appeared around their necks, the only thing holding them back from ripping me apart.

Through the screams, a shrill cackling reverberated through the street. The men and their dogs fell silent, following Ross and I into the ally way to hide. Gliding through the night fog, a dark figure rolls through the street. The men shrieked with fear and bolted from the ally. Whimpering with their tails tucked, the dogs followed behind them. Cautiously, my husband and I emerged from the ally, shocked to see that the once deserted streets were now brimming with screaming darting bodies. People ran this way and that with no real order.

I had the urge to join them, running aimlessly towards a place that was more safe than where I was. I hesitated just for a moment, but it was long enough for me to realize that Ross and I were the only ones who were not being attacked by the ominous dark figure. The figure became clearer as it glided up and down the street. It looked almost like a giant black cotton ball, but it’s spider like hands were equiped with serrated talons. It had red glowing eyes and razor sharp teeth.

From the ally, Ross and I watched in terror as the creature impelled people with it’s talons and ripped them to pieced with it’s teeth. The street was now red, stained with the blood of  thousands. Severed body parts and discarded organs were strewn on the ground haphazardly. A woman’s arm, torn off just at the elbow, landed right beside my foot. I heard the whaling of a police car in the distance, “must be on the way to assess the damage,” I thought. Ross and I watched as the creature slowly evaporated, leaving he and I alone again on the blood drenched street.

We looked at one another, knowing that the cops would never believe our story and would likely hold us accountable for all of the carnage. We thought of trying to clean up the scene but knew it was futile. Without a word, we both took off running out of the ally and down the street. Ross must have ran faster than me, because when I finally stopped to catch my breath he was gone. I was now standing in the center of a town square. It looked as if all the streets in city let back to the exact spot where I was standing. I looked around and saw a group of teenage girls running around and screaming wildly. Then I heard the shrill cackle again…

Knowing what was coming, I grabbed one of the girls by the arm and tried to pull her back to the ally with me. “Come on!” I shouted, “I know a place where we will be safe.” For a moment, her gaze met mine. Her brown eyes were filled with terror and brimming with tears. She jerked her arm out of my grasp and darted off in the opposite direction. I turned around and stared running towards my ally. Behind me, I could hear her screaming as the creature ravaged her.

Then I woke up…

Do you keep a dream journal? Have you had any weird or spooky dreams lately? I would love to heat from you in the comment section below. If you enjoyed this post, please shoot me a like, comment, or follow.

Love Always, AnxiouslyM          

2 thoughts on “Dream Journal 01

  1. sundaygirl9 says:

    I had a similar dream like this not long ago and when my dreams disturb me especially, I feel most inclined to analyze them. I like this Dream Moods site: http://m.dreammoods.com/site/dreammoods/d2?url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.dreammoods.com%2Fdreamdictionary%2Fd2.htm#2469
    I think the blood is symbolic of the things you can’t control. The dogs were out of your control. You were afraid the police wouldn’t believe you. Maybe something is out of balance that your subconscious picked up on. I hope this helps.

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    1. AnxiouslyM says:

      Ooo thanks for sharing! I haven’t seen that site before but I will definitely check it out. Your interpretation does help a lot and is honestly right on point. Unfortunately, a lot of dreams tend to point towards feeling out of control, overwhelmed by emotions, or trapped. 😬

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