Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 5/18/2019
By Mrs.Posterity
My husband & I were over at where my father and 2 younger siblings had a place with an odd-behaving roommate. My husband was just finishing up modifying the toaster so that it was coin operated. The roommate was a drunkard and had been eating all the children's bread all too often. Having it coin operated would ensure that he got tired of trying to drunkenly insert coins, thus slowing down his consumption of said bread that he had agreed over & over that he would not eat the bread for the children. The children were almost home from school. There was a multi-tiered wooden deck that my youngest brother slipped and fell on. He hit his head hard. Really really hard. He was early elementary age. ----NEXT PART OF DREAM-- A man who I used to think was a friend, (who has since assured me that he isn't really a friend, with a welcoming my death found out in the snow statement). That guy walked into the dream (w/o having made that statement yet in real life). He shook my husband's hand and gave me a hug. (I do not recall what he said as I no longer care). ---NEXT PART OF DREAM--- There was a rather large room with wooden walls and at least 30' high ceilings. There were several mattresses on a custom built, slide-like structure. All in a circle where they went toward the middle and stopped. It was a little ride of sorts. My youngest brother was over there talking to Oprah Winfrey. There had been some sort of terrorist attack that happened at night. There weren't any windows. There were however these little nets between the places to sit on the ride. Like the nets from a ping pong table. Each 'seat' had its own blanket. I couldn't hear what they were saying, which was fine. I look over towards my right and there is Gayle King, walking over, asking if I'm alright. I had my hand on the wall and tried to say something reassuring. Swoosh! Oprah & my elementary aged brother slid down the ride to the middle. [I think the ride was for helping people and their children get over the terror they felt trying to go to sleep at night in beds just like they did before the terrorists attacked us all in that area at night whilst we were sleeping. That attack part in that dream I do not recall dreaming about. ]