Dream Killer…..version 2

Angie had a post this morning called Dream Killers and I had to smile when I read it because I had a dream killer of another sort last night.

I just don’t understand how my subconscious mind works sometimes. Last night, my husband tells me that I was talking in my sleep calling for my mom. I understand that one since I’ve been working on an assignment for my writing class where I’m writing about my birth-mother. I don’t remember what I had been dreaming about, and don’t recall calling out loud either.

Later, I woke myself up calling “No….I can’t do it!”. I remember this vividly. I was having this crazy dream that I was trying to eat a RAT! I had just bitten his head off….when I spit it out and cried “No….I can’t do it!”.

Heaven knows where that came from, but it sure was a dream killer for me!


I’m a writer, reader, and creative. I thought by now I’d have things figured out, but I keep coming up with more questions. I think that’s okay. I’m here most mornings pondering ordinary things and the thin places where faith intersects.
  1. Thanks for the linky love! Dreams are really interesting to try to pick apart, but nightmares…*shudder*

  2. How odd – I had a dream about my birth mother, too! She was on the phone, sobbing and sobbing and sobbing….I remember feeling some mixed emotions about all that sobbing – pain and sadness and a sort of annoyance…
    so, we both had bio-mom’s on the brain or subcon mind I guess….

  3. Could it be hormones? Ack! I have THE CRAZIEST dreams when I’m hormonal.

  4. UGH…I agree with janna–maybe it is the hormones. I dream every night and my husband swears he never does.

  5. As a child I could retell every dream I ever dreamt just as it was truly real. Now, I don’t dream that often. I sometimes miss it. (Well, not the scary ones.)

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