Dream: The Girl & The Twister


Hubby and I go to sleep very late each night thus our wake up time is later then most. About half and hour ago I woke up from the most bizarre and creepiest dream I've had in a while. It started off perfectly innocent and by the end there turned creepy.

The dream consisted of my mom, little sister (LS), Armi, me and some fabricated guy my mom was trying to set up for me... (of course in the dream I was single). Anyway, We were all in a living room presumably in my moms house watching TV looking at promotional videos of Florida and various hotels. Armi and I were planning on spending our spring break there so we were checking out our hotel options. The hotels were fascinating and very futuristic, one stood out the most because of its hovering platforms just a few feet above the ocean. Hovering elevators would escort you to your room, which had no walls or ceiling... the room that is... it was just a flat hovering cement platform with all your typical hotel amenities on top... very interesting.

Anyway, I'm getting sidetracked...

And so all five of us were watching this video having a good time looking a pictures of us girls during previous spring breaks and I was hoping the guy would want to go with us this year. When suddenly I realized we weren't in a living room setting anymore, we were in a car and I was in the drivers seat, we were just sitting in the car not driving. The cute guy was the passenger, my mom was behind me, LS was in the middle and Armi behind the guy. (The following happened within a few seconds span) as I realized we were no longer inside a house but in a car I looked out the front car window only to realize it was pitch dark, we were on some long and obscure dirt road.

Just as soon as I looked out and realized it was dark out to my far right (only yards away from the car we were in) I noticed a thin but very dangerous funnel (technical name for a tornado). In real life I'm both terrified/fascinated by twisters. Thus in my dream I freaked out, told my LS to put on her seatbelt as the twister was coming our way!!!! I was trying to roll up my window (like that would help) as I said "we shouldn't be here!!!"

The twister got closer and closer... AND HERE'S THE CREEPY PART:
When it reached the front of my car I noticed something VERY odd...
At the base of this funnel at the very center was a little girl... as though she was the twister or she was creating it... she didn't walk but almost hover my way in a sorta of broken fashion... like a movie scene missing a few shots to give it that creeping moving affect. In an instant she made her way to my side of the car and stoically stared straight into my eyes.

The little girl was but 5-8, she had long stringy brown hair, was wearing sweatpants and a tucked in long sleeve shirt. Her eyes had no pupils as they were only two white glowing orbs and she looked angry! She didn't look angry at me but she just felt angry and I got the feeling of an unjust act had bestowed her.

Of course after seeing her right next to my car door I woke up... my heart was pounding in my chest.... *thump, thump, thump*. It was very bizarre... I felt as though my dream had been invaded, like I was having a nice dream and suddenly was interrupted by an incoming message.... So bizarre!!

I told my hubby about the dream, of course, and we both laughed when I told him this was very much "an Allison Bubois" moment... (from what I've seen in the show anyway). Needless to say I'm very much awake now.

Top it all off, after getting out of bed I was visiting the potty king (shut up) I suddenly heard a swaying sound coming from a bed, I knew it was a bed because I could hear the springs bouncing up and down or side to side. At first second I thought it was my hubby moving about on the bed getting comfortable... but then the sound grew faster and faster by no means was this my hubby moving on the bed it was simply too fast of a sound... it was almost as though someone was rocking or jumping on the bed... (rocking in the impression I got). So I quickly yelled at my hubby and said "Is that you?" To which he said "what?" I explained to him what I had just heard and to my disappointment he said "I didn't hear anything". It was clear as anything else I've ever heard and it was coming from a bed, the spring sounds are unmistakable. No cats were on the bed they are not allowed, Frida was in the garage. Hubby claims to have been sleeping and not moved at all. We do have other rooms with beds in the house but I didn't bother checking those as only hubby and I live here. Anyway, it added to my creep-factor I was feeling... *Goosebumps* *Goosebumps*.

"The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: A human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive.

To him... a touch is a blow,
a sound is a noise,
a misfortune is a tragedy,
a joy is an ecstasy,
a friend is a lover,
a lover is a god,
and failure is death.
Add to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity to create, create, create - - - so that without the creating of music or poetry or books or buildings or something of meaning, his very breath is cut off from him. He must create, must pour out creation. By some strange, unknown, inward urgency he is not really alive unless he is creating." -Pearl S. Buck

(1892-1973), recipient of the Pulitzer Prize in 1932 and of the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1938, said this about Highly Sensitive People.

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