Being pursued and being hungry

Date: 11/3/2017

At the beginning of my nap, I was lucid dreaming and I had the painful electric charge zapping my body and making an electronic sound. I tried to call out to my husband “help” but I wasn’t successful and eventually I entered a less painful dream state. I was walking down the street trying to get back to my husband who was waiting at a park. It was taking a long time to walk so I decided to fly instead. There was a group of men approaching and I became afraid and decided I would just fly over them as they passed. I had to fly over a tall brick wall to get to my husband. Once there, A woman and man came around the corner and were shot by gangsters in pursuit of them. We knew we would be next if they saw us, so my husband jumped up and said run. He ran before me. We had to turn the corner really fast and jump from a cement walkway about 4 feet and over a large trash bag. My husband was in front of me and I thought if I could just keep up with him I’d stand a chance of getting away. As in most dreams, running was difficult, but I was able to run fairly fast considering it was a dream and I knew what street to turn on since I had come from there earlier. I was at home and in bed and really hungry. I hadn’t yet eaten. I was in a house that irl I don’t recognize. I got up and went to the front room that I had all set up for myself and I got irritated that someone had been sleeping in the bed and it was untidy. My husband followed me there and I tried to cook on the stove that was at the foot of my bed, but the gas burner fell apart as I was cooking and it caught my shirt on fire. I looked to my husband to help me. The noodles were cooked and I realized I didn’t have a drink so I went down the hallway and found milk in the hallway refrigerator, which was an unusual place for a refrigerator. The milk was outdated but I was happy to see there was a 24 pack of Sprite. I remembered that my oldest sister had said,”oh, you guys have to have Sprite,” and had bought it for us, otherwise we wouldn’t have had soda in the house. I grabbed a chilled Sprite and headed back to eat my noodles, but my husband had already helped himself to them. I was speaking another language like Tagalog and I made myself laugh. My husband said I had been talking in my sleep and speaking Tagalog.