Dangerous dreams

Feeling a bit down today. Gee, what a surprise. I stood in front of the mirror with tears in my eyes. Had a bad dream. It was very disturbing indeed. I dreamt that I was on cemetery grounds, with many people around. The cemetery had 2 huge hills with a sort of trench separating it, and a few cemetery plots scattered around. I was standing in the trench below, whilst my sister was on the hill. Suddenly, the hill started uprooting, as if it was shaken to its core by a quake. Graves were being disturbed, coffins and bodies falling around me. I yelled to my sister to get to safety, we began climbing up the other side of the hill. We get to safety. Dad’s grave was undisturbed, thankfully. Suddenly, the chaos quieted down. The rubble settled. There are now zombie like creatures walking around. I am afraid, my sister and mum are in a hotel room somewhere and I am trying to make my way back to them. I had the urge to fight with these creatures. Bang, I wake up drenched in sweat.

It’s been like this over the past few months. Dreams of gore, of death, of dad sick. It makes me cry when I think about it. I don’t know why I am having these dreams. I can’t get rid of them, short of not sleeping.