All Together Now

Well, it seems as if I've been a bit lax in blogging about my dreams since last weekend.  And I actually remembered more of them some of the days.  So, today's blog will tell about the two nights' worth of dreams that I can remember, last night, and then the night of the last post I did.

So, back on May 3rd I dreamed about being part of an online debate about teachers, and then in my dream I woke up with a shirt that had a collar, as opposed to the tank top I had worn to bed.  Not sure what all that business was about.

Another part of a dream from either the 3rd or last night, can't remember for sure, I think last night. But it was that I was going back to college.  And as I always seem to be in these dreams, I was late to class.  But someone was trying to kill me.  It was like I knew where the killer was because I'd either seen a movie showing what he was going to do, or read a book. But then when we got out to where the killer was supposed to be, in a hanging car or trailer or something, he wasn't there.  And I'd told everyone to watch out because that was where he was supposed to be.  So then we all stood around and kept looking up at the trailer thing watching for him to show up.  Weird huh?

And I remember before that we'd all been sitting and watching something on the tv.  And it was in the living room in the house I grew up in, the living room in the back part of the house that at one time my bedroom had been back there as well.

I thought I remembered more, but nope, that is it!

Bits and Pieces

I remember a little bit from last night's dream.  I know that parts of it are from things that happened this weekend, and other parts are what you'd call recurring themes/events from other dreams.

So, what I remember is being home, in the house where I lived most of my life, until my mom and stepdad moved when I was in college.  Of course the rooms inside the house are never quite the same as they really were.  But we were sitting and watching tv, again, not with the same setup as there was in real life.  It was me and two guys and I think a friend or a sister, can't remember.  One of the guys was someone either that I liked, or he liked me, or we both liked each other.  But he was kind of staying a little away from me, as if not sure whether it was okay in my house to be up close with me, or else as if he didn't know if I liked him.  At one point he came up behind me and put his hands on my hips and stood pressed up behind me as we all stood around a table and talked.  Then I left the room and went outside and started cleaning a truck that was sitting in the driveway.  And he came out, and that's about all I remember.

So...  still not sure why all of a sudden I'm not remembering as much from my dreams as I have been.  It's like my brain is saying, no!  You can't enjoy the dreams and write them down.  It's just weird. It's kind of like I have the dreams, then they're dissipating like the smoke in the gif below.