Category Archives: Nightmares

Trump Tower Dream

I dreamed I was in Trump Tower when an airplane flew into the building. I was a few floors below where the plane hit. I didn’t see the fire/explosion, but I knew that it had happened. I was with a group of people; all were strangers. One woman was the nanny of Ivanka Trump’s little girl. She was a toddler. I was eager to get everyone moving to a lower floor. I was afraid the building would collapse like the World Trade Center did on 9/11.

We found stairs and started down, only to end abruptly at a blank wall after a few flights. We had to go back up and find access to other stairs. We started down again, and once more we ended at a blank wall. We started back up again, and eventually we found ourselves in a  huge room. People lined the walls in chairs. I realized that one of them was Ivanka. She was silently weeping. Her little girl was gone. I sensed that the child was gone forever, but of course, I knew we all were. No one would escape.

Donald Trump appeared and told us that all was well. Everything was fine. Not to worry. We all looked at him blankly. No one believed him. Everyone knew the plane had hit Trump Tower, and that we were all going to die, but he kept insisting that everything was great. I wanted to believe him, but I could not.

Interpretation: Plane Crash

I couldn’t find much that I could relate to about this dream. I did find that, “If you feel helpless when you watch the plane crash, it may mean that you are setting yourself up for failure because of some challenging situations in your life.” I did not see the plane crash, but I knew it had crashed into the building and I felt helpless.

Interpretation: Fire

I did not see the fire in this dream, but I knew it was there. Most of the interpretations I found about fire had to do with setting goals, reaching goals, perhaps making one’s goals too high, being concerned one may not reach goals, etc.

I felt out of control in the dream. I knew it was imperative that we move quickly, but nothing I did seemed to make progress. As soon as I thought I’d made progress, I had to retrace my steps, ending up at the place I’d begun. Maybe this was simply about my diet/weight loss. LOL I’ve lost a lot of weight and I’m much closer to my goal, but I’ve reached a plateau (up a pound, down a pound every few days) and it seems that I have to keep retracing my steps, losing the same pounds over and over again. My goal looks very far away at this point. This was a very frustrating dream.

Interpretation: President

When one dreams of the current President, this is a sign that the dreamer wants to live a more honorable and highly respected life.
Source: Dream Dictionary

That one made me laugh out loud.



sleepwalking-1-2Originally Written: January 12, 2017

H is still sleeping, but I’ve been up a while. I got a good night’s sleep, not waking until 4:44. That’s almost 5:00 a.m., and I consider 5:00 a.m. to be honest-to-goodness morning time. The night was uneventful. I don’t recall any dreams, and I didn’t swing on H or run into a wall or piece of furniture, or sit up in bed screaming at someone only I could see. In my book, that’s a thumbs-up kind of night. Speaking of books, I just ordered a new book. It’s a thriller/detective: The Sleepwalker by Chris Bohjalian. I’ve never read this author and know little about the book, but honestly… could I pass up a title like that?

I’ve finally come to the full-fledged realization that I’m a bona fide sleepwalker. I’ve probably taken this too lightly for a while, believing that these were only widely spaced, semi-isolated incidents that would eventually go away, or at the very least, would not become dangerous.

There were long stretches without any incidents, but they slowly increased in frequency and intensity. They started out with me sitting up in bed and yelling at someone only I could see, then a rebellious hand knocking water off a nightstand or hitting the headboard, and eventually to where I find myself today, running into furniture, tripping over things, jumping up and down and spinning in circles.

I had another dream a few nights ago. Putin had poisoned Barbara Walters, and she was dying. She asked me to get her purse and camera that she’d left in another room and a newspaper article she’d been reading. When I attempted to retrieve them, a man tried to wrestle the purse and camera out of my hands. I swung on him, and I hit H in the mouth. This is a problem. I suggested that he start sleeping in another room, but no go with that idea. He’s afraid I’ll kill myself in the middle of a crazy dream. The guard rail for the bed has not arrived, but it should be here soon.

Dream Interpretations
To dream of a dictator may symbolize an over controlling father or father figure.

Yep to that one.

To dream that you are good friends with a celebrity represents your idealized version of someone you know in your life. Perhaps you hope that a real-life friend can act more like a particular celebrity. Consider the qualities that you see in this celebrity and how you want your friends to have those qualities.
Source: Dream Moods

Sure, Barbara Walters can hang with me anytime!

To see poison in your dream denotes that you need to get rid of something in your life that is causing you much sickness and distress. You need to cleanse and purge away the negativity in your life.
Source: Dream Moods

I didn’t actually see poison in my dream, but this was the coolest interpretation I could find. I don’t have a lot of negativity in my life, thankfully. I can’t make sense of this one.

The Nightmare

Originally Written: November 16, 2015

The Nightmare – by Henry Fuseli

I was screaming, turning in circles, flailing my arms and jumping up and down in terror in the doorway to our bedroom. I finally heard H. He seemed very far away. He was yelling at me in a firm tone, much like you would use with a recalcitrant child about to run into traffic, “Wait, wait, wait!” In my confusion, I thought he was going to hurt me. It took a few seconds but seemed much longer. I finally came back to reason, or reason came back to me.

I dreamed that a man, a friend or acquaintance, came to me and asked, begged me to let him take me to Jacob. Jacob was someone with whom I’d had a relationship of some sort. I don’t think it was romantic, but it was more than casual. I think he was probably a mentor or authority figure, someone I had trusted in the past. I had a sense of foreboding, but I reluctantly agreed to meet with Jacob. I say I agreed, but I don’t think there was any other choice.

The man took me to a farm. A large, old house was at the end of a long lane. There was a barn, a red barn. I saw a man who was bound in a blue canvas harness that was trimmed in white piping. He was hanging from the rafters in the barn. I believe I spent the night in the house.

The next morning I was taken to Jacob. I told him I wanted to go. He forbade me to leave. I began to panic, telling him that I had always been loyal to him, always done what he wanted, and that I wanted freedom. Jacob summoned someone. A large man appeared with a blue canvas harness for me. Screaming in terror, I ran for the door. Then I heard H yelling, firmly, “Wait, wait, wait.”

H was actually awake because I’d awakened him a few minutes earlier. H said that I never woke up, but he had calmed me. He was drifting back to sleep when I jumped up and ran for the door like I was on fire. He said that I was too fast for him. It scared the hell out of him. He was afraid I’d make it through he door and hurt myself by falling over something. He said I was screaming like a wild woman, flailing my arms and jumping off the floor and turning in circles. I was sound asleep. Well, maybe not so sound… of mind, but sound asleep. I tried to go back to sleep, but forget that. I came in here, visited some blogs and decided to tell you what happened. Crazy city.

Scorpions and Ants and Other Scary Things

Originally Written: October 8, 2015

I woke at 3:30am. I had a nightmare. Poisonous, red ants and scorpions were crawling all over the bed and the surrounding floor. H woke me and said I was kicking and throwing my arms around. Wouldn’t you?

Analysis: A Scorpion is a poisonous stinging insect that symbolizes pain and death. If you see a scorpion in your dreams, it could be symbolic of being in a painful or hurting situation in life. It also represents scathing and poisonous remarks and attitudes of your enemies towards you. A scorpion is a sign of fear, particularly fear for the future, and the prediction of danger. Scorpions are also related to self-destruction. Perhaps actions that you have taken recently have put you in a situation in which you may be doing great damage to yourself.

Let’s try ants.

Analysis: Dreaming of ants may represent daily minor annoyances, the little things that bug you or interfere with what you are doing; may represent feeling small and insignificant; or feeling as if someone stepped on you. Ants may represent someone or something that makes your skin crawl or that you find disgusting. Red ants or fire ants in dreams may symbolize something small that is making you angry.

This is more likely, I guess. Everyone has small things that bug them.


The Old Neighborhood

Originally Written: February 19, 2015

I dreamed about my old neighborhood last night and a couple of the people who lived there. Miss Franny was David’s mother. She lived up the hill from us in a tiny, faux brick house. She was distinguished by her Baltimore accent, Lilliputian size, gigantic personality, and the fact that she drove an old car (after her husband went to work) even though she did not have a driver’s license. She once gave me a tomato with an odd, little growth to take to my mother, saying, “Tell her it’s a boy.”

I dreamed that David was at my house, and it was dark and very cold. He only had his bike. I woke my mother to tell her that I was going to drive him home, but that I wanted her to be awake when I returned because I was afraid someone would “get” me on the way from the car to the house. About that time, I felt unfamiliar arms going around my back. I woke screaming.

Ebola Dream

Originally Written: October 13, 2014

I slept like a baby while we were on vacation. Days spent on the beach, deliciously satisfying meals and only CNN to watch on television are conducive to sleep… but not so great for dreaming. I dreamed that we were in some place – I don’t know where – and we had to get to another place – I don’t know where. Our only mode of transportation was a rickety, old bus that had been recently inhabited by Ebola patients AND we had to go through an Ebola hot zone to get to our destination. Thank you CNN. The only thing that could have made it more frightening would have been if we’d had to fight ISIS to get through.

Soul Stealing

nightsstandOriginally Written: August 27, 2014

I think I was flying through the air when I woke around 4:30 am, or maybe I was on the floor, or maybe it was when my head hit that table in the photo above. I was dreaming. I was with an old friend, Howard, the husband of a close friend. Howard and Flora lived across the street from us and two houses down when we lived in Maryland.

There was a little boy. I don’t know if it was my son, my grandson or another child. Something was wrong with the boy. He was fretting and didn’t want to go to bed. Howard and I finally got him to bed, but I didn’t feel right about it. I soon heard the boy screaming in terror. There was an eerie glow emanating from his room, and the sound of what I somehow knew were mischievous, little creatures. The uneasy sound of their pernicious giggling and furtive scurrying about did not feel right. I knew they were of the male gender, but not men or boys. Something else. I knew intuitively that they had come for the little boy’s soul. I began running toward the door to the child’s room. When I got to the door, I launched myself into the room, screaming for them to get away from the little boy, and that’s when I woke, flying through the air, slamming my head into my bedside table. I felt something wet and thought I had spilled my water, but it was my elbow. It was bleeding.

H jumped out of bed. I was still screaming and disoriented. He got me up and off the floor. I still didn’t know which way was up. I had knocked the table about two or three feet from its original position. It’s a big, old drum table – solid wood and heavy. My head had moved it, my head along with the full weight of my body behind it.

What a night, and no, I’ve never read either of those books on the table. I don’t know where the bottom one came from, and the top one is one that my sister recommended, but she and I had completely different tastes in books. I kept telling myself that I’d read it one day for her, but I never did. So, there it sits. I can’t believe I didn’t knock the lamp over.