Friday, March 13th

How fitting to have these dreams on Friday the 13th...

1) The zombies were coming. We were walking down this road, following two amish children. There were many of us, and they were trying to lead us to salvation. Yet, I knew we would not make it if we did not hurry. The few of us left with faith had to fade ourselves into a painting, which was the promised land, before the zombies completely took over. At night, these zombies moved with a cat-like quickness, though during the day they were very sluggish. It was very scary. I ran away from the slow-moving crowd to find my family. I raced home, trying to convince them to come. My brother said he would, and I was so relieved that he decided to become a believer. We had shotguns and other guns in case we could not get there in time. I could show him out to fade into paintings, but it was getting dark. We heard the sound of howling outside as it became very "I Am Legend" out there. We were suddenly in a very ricketty wooden house on stilts and I begged him to be very quiet and try to not let his humanity seep out and draw their attention. We were going to make a run for it because we heard screaming and knew the zombies (which were black and scribbly, like they were not substantial) were busy. We started to go, but a warning howl sounded - they knew where we were. I said a prayer for us. The last thing we wanted was to be like them, we would rather be dead. We were back to back as the zombies started climbing up the stilts of the house to get us. There was a painting there, which I thought to fade into, but if they burnt the house, we would die, and I could not be sureIwould pop out in a different picture that was not surrounded by zombies. I woke up, praying thanks to God for looking over my brother.

2) More zombies. This time, I was at a shore house. Similar deal. The zombies were there butvery slow moving. It was broad daylight so if we were careful, we could escape. We kept the windows closed as we were packing up what little we could take. I wanted a shower. I had a sweatshirt, one of our wedding photos, a notebook and pen...but there was really nothing else I could take because we had to leave. Uncle Tom was there, he wanted to see if the zombiesknew we were there. The shorehouse we were at was like a condo with an upper and lower apartment. We were at the upper. They did not know until Tom opened the door. There were two or three zombies and like 4 sheep. But bad sheep with hungry eyes and pointy teeth. He started shooting their slow bodies with a sawed off shotgun, but he was not a good shot. They kept coming. I was so angry at him for alerting them to our presence. I was not sure what we were going to do to get out alive.

I woke up again here and had a lot of trouble getting back to sleep...


When I did finally, I had a dream Jon and I were getting remarried or renewing ourvows. The problem was that I had not made any arrangements. We drove up to NY, I think,to have the wedding. I was wearing a dress. We went to grab dinner and Eric C was there, as was my dad and Josh. I realized I had not picked out music so I read an email that had gone between me and the organist. I wanted people to sing Many Waters (cannot quench love)... andI was about to ask Josh to print it out and get people to sing... when we were trying dinner. There was salmon on my plate, but my dad took it and said it was good. He gaveme a bite, but it turned into a nasty breaded pork chop. Eric had chicken nuggets on his plate, the size of tater tots. He gave me some of those, cut up, like I was 8. There were many people in this room, and suddenly Paige and family showed up. Lea and Susanna ran towards Leslie and hugged her, but they were a bit scared of me.

During another part of this dream, there were many many people that Idid not quite know, but should have known, in this house. I think getting ready for the wedding. I was philipino for some reason, as were all of my relatives.

Anyway, it was an awful feeling because we were to have the wedding but no plans were ready.


Overall, I think very appropriate forFriday the 13th.

I should also note yesterday I had a dream that my family was in some kind of Holocaust and the girls had to flee to safety, the boys were going to follow, andI was so scared to leave my brother thinking I would never see him again.
Then I had a dream I was in boarding school and Yassara was my snotty roommate. I can elaborate on those two dreams later...