death, murder, grief

I just had deja vu posting this dream. Double weird

Last weekend’s dreamstravaganza (all in one night actually):

I went camping with three women, at first it was like we were all Sex and the City in the woods, and then later, it was my three aunts and myself. As we were walking, my aunt with dark hair stopped to pick up a little fluffy animal of some kind and out of nowhere, a pterodactyl swooped her up in its mouth. It wanted the little fluffy animal, so we were pretty sure we saw the pterodactyl drop her. We started searching for her, while asking each other if the others knew that pterodactyls weren’t extinct after all.

All my uncles and my dad came out and we built up our campsite as we looked for my aunt. We were all pretty sure she had died, but we didn’t want to give up. It was all very sad. My dad was there, and pointed out that it was my birthday. There was a jeweler there in our little encampment, and dad wanted to buy me something for my birthday. I was going to pick a simple pair of earrings, because I didn’t want my dad to spend to much, but my sister was pushing me to take advantage of the situation, so I believe I got the earrings and necklace set.


I was living in a house with two bohemian types. They were a couple (girl/boy). My entire family came to get together and have a reunion in this very old house, and the couple invited everyone down to the basement area for a show. They had converted it into a black box theatre with lots of black and gleaming walnut wood. The began the show, and invited people up on stage, and then they began to massacre everyone present, except for me. I was shocked, horrified, and scared. I didn’t know that they were capable of that. They were pleased with the results, and they took me upstairs into this white, Victorian style room with a big bed in the center, and they cut off all my hair. It was cut very short, because they thought it would be appropriate for me to be in mourning. I was scared and wanted to go to the police, but didn’t think I could make it before they found out and killed me.



I was in the kitchen with my sister, helping her to clean. I was washing the counters, and it was obvious from the state of them that they hadn’t been washed in a long time. There were hard crusty bits, and I had to scrub really hard. Sister was in the kitchen, working with me, but I knew she wasn’t working hard, just there to be with me. She told me that it was my fault that our parents had died. I was already in mourning for them. After she told me that, I was twice as sad. I left the house and wandered around town. I was in a hotel, and the porter at the hotel also worked for my psychologist, and he was telling me that I needed to come back and see her. This was not a dream of action, more of emotion. It was the last one before I woke up, and when I did, I felt like I was drowning in grief.