I sometimes can tend to go to sleep, wake up, then go to sleep again. It could be an endless cycle of exhaustedness if I chose it to be, but this time I only went through 3 parts of a big dream. Here's the first part.
I was out to some "fun park" with my little sister, Rosalyn. I don't know if Elizabeth was there. Some people that I know and who performed this play a few days ago that I went to see, were there. I could see them, so I tried to avoid them and not let them see me because I am shy and a wee bit embarassed. I was wearing this small blouse over a shirt, which made me get those cool buffy sleeve shoulders like the ones those dutch girls wear, and I had on this old '90's skirt which was dark blue and white mixed in.
My sisters started to play a game where I was inside a house, and they kept it on top of me. I tried to act like it was funny and I was enjoying it. Then those people I know came over near us to a computer game and started playing. They might have recognized me, I don't know. I was trying not to look at them.
After that, I went home. Or I was just immediately home. Yeah, immediately home. It's weird how dreams work. But the odd thing is it wasn't my home. I had that odd dread of it being Sunday at the time. So I watched "Dr. Strangelove" on the TV, but it wasn't exactly "Dr. Strangelove". I just knew it was or something. I felt uncomfortable. So then I went to take a shower. I real life, I have been noticing split ends in my hair, causing my hair to break when I tug it in the least. This happened to the whole end of my hair! Not just one piece! It came off! I don't know if I pulled it, but it came off! My sisters were near and in a nearby shower or something. I put shampoo in my hair, probably.
I'm not sure if right after this my dream cut to what I'm going to tell you next. It was an odd feeling. We were going to this forest. This forest I hadn't been to in a while. And it had some old feeling to it. Like I remembered it, but I couldn't bring up any old memories from the past about it. But I remembered it, anyway. There were big logs and pieces of wood of a tree on top of eachother in this one pile. It was like the pieces sort of fit together. This was my old church that was being ended. Stopped. Put an end to. Destroyed? And people were coming into to look at it and marvel. Started to feel a bit sad, but not very sad, just oddly dream sad. I made one of the pieces of the tree move.
That's what I remember from Part I of my dream session last night.
