Dramatic dreaming.

Date: 11/10/2018

My dream(s) were dramatic. I only had a sense of this by the way my body felt upon waking. My natural tendency was to listen to something to lull myself to sleep, however the relevance of the dream pressed me to take notice and I tried to remember. Only a few snippets of the saga remain and suggest a complicated plot. So I cannot be certain I tell them in order or that one scene relates to the other. I answered the door and was infuriated the reporter had taken it upon herself to open my front door and prop it open with her equipment. I gripped a long metal, perhaps it was a microphone stand, and swung it at all the people whom had gathered along with the reporter. I yelled that I had already told them I would not speak about it and I will had no intention. I do not know what “it” was. The second scene I recall is that I was sitting across from an Indian family and came to understand by some unknown mechanism that I was a part of this race of people in a previous life. Third scenario. My daughter is running from her threatening boyfriend. He was intending to kill her. I was both with and by her side yet also I was her experiencing it as though I was her. We, then, were scrambling away on some playground equipment like monkey bars but more like an eagles nest. At one point, I just stopped as I realized running was futile, so decided to stand my ground (since at this moment I was the victim) he seemed surprised as did the crowd of people whom had gathered around. He grabbed a hammer and began beating our head in. We didn’t feel it. My daughter was despondent and the man stopped and fleas the scene. I told my daughter we could report the incident to the police as an assault with a deadly weapon but she asserted she didn’t want to. It was a relief we survived, yet at the same time sad it had happened and also worrisome it would continue.