Weird Dream

I dream at night.  Not every night, but most.  Usually I wake up and know that I have been dreaming, but as soon as my conscious brain begins working, I forget the substance of the dreams.

But sometimes, I get into what I term my weird dream cycle and it makes life really interesting.  These dreams are very vivid and real.  Sometimes they make sense, but most of the time they do not.  They are very detailed, down to the tiniest things.  In the dream, I can usually figure out it is a dream in the dream.  But most of the time they are just very vivid dreams that feel very, very real at the time.

Perhaps the stresses of this storm have triggered this cycle.  But the last three nights,I have had some of my weird dreams.  But the last one, this morning, after I had already gotten up to let the dogs out and then went back to sleep was beyond strange.

I was in a huge complex.  It started out like a 50+ complex.  There were older people, like me, living in apartments.  It was on the water, like an ocean.  Sounds wonderful, right?  The people were herded to meals and then to activities.  In all of this, I had an amazing little dog that followed me everywhere.  Soon the building began morphing into, not only the home for older people, but a major shopping mall with lots of shops and restaurants with elevators and escalators that connected many, many floors and filled with people, in addition to the residents.

I was trying to get out with my little dog.  So we were walking and riding the many different forms of moving.  There was even a train, like a subway.  I got into an elevator, but it did not run up and down.  It ran sideways and around corners and over to an area that could only be accessed by that elevator thingy. When I got out, my dog was gone.  As it pulled away, someone suggested that the dog had gotten under the floor panels.

From that point, I was frantically trying to get my dog back and could not find the elevator I needed. I seemed to have magically moved to an area far away from where I had lost the dog.  I could see where I wanted to go, but could not get there.  I kept running into other, tiny dogs that were wandering all around, but none were mine.  And all I could think of was my dog, stuck under the floor in a moving room and no one knew he was there.  And no one seemed to care and no one wanted to help.

I woke up, almost in tears and all I wanted to do was hug my dogs.  Not the best way to start my day!