Wierd Dream

Yesterday morning I had a wierd dream. As with most of my dreams, I most of it I can't really remember, but for a small portion.

It this particular instance, I remember being at my parents house and hearing a crash, like a car accident. So, as I do in real life, I ran out to the corner to see if indeed it was a car accident. When I ran out of the house, my father (who passed away two years ago), wearing pajamas and a robe was out by the mailbox and started running along with me. Knowing that he was not in good health, I told him to stop and I would investigate and return and let him know what I found out. So he did.

When I reached the corner, I saw no accident, but I did see some debris in the middle of the road which appeard to be large pieces of glass that were smoothe.

The street, unlike in real life, on one side had small shops and stores and on the other side were houses. There were numerous people walking and standing. In the front yards of the houses were what appeared to be yard sales. So I went and looked around.

Then the alarm went off and of course, I lost it.

I have heard people try and explain to me what certain things in dreams are supposed to mean and that you can learn to change your dreams as they happen. I have always had the opinion that what happens in a dream has no meaning in real life.

I had dreams when I was married to my first wife that she left me for another, and that is what happened in real life.

I had a dream that my current wife had a baby, and a few days later she communicated to me that she was pregnant.

But, I also, as everyone has, have had things happen in my dreams that never ended up happening and thankfully so. I wouldn't want to be trapped in my parents house with a giant dinosaur right outside or going in their back yard and getting shot at by WWII Japaneese troops.

This is One Man's Dreams