Recalling two seperate nightmares

The past two mornings I woke up relived that it was only a dream. I had two nightmares that I was able to remember rather well. I don't have nightmares that often. Atleast I don't think so, or I don't remember. So two in a row ranks well on the "shitty mornings to wake up to" meter.

The first nightmare, I was out of town and didn't know anyone around me. I was at a party with two other guys and a girl. The guys were awkward, and I didn't particularly like them. And I ended up sleeping with the girl even though I didn't consider her attractive. She was an ugly blonde girl. I was urged on by the two guys. I knew I was cheating on Shannon, but at the time, I told myself she wouldn't find out and that what I was doing was harmless. I must have been drunk. The next day at school, everyone was talking about it. Even though I was out of town, I don't know where, I knew Shannon would find out eventually. I was full of dread and regret. I didn't know how to solve my problem, and I felt like there wasn't a way to fix things. I woke up and felt really weird about that nightmare. It might have been triggered by the last phone conversation I had with Shannon before I fell asleep. Cheating is horrible.

The next nightmare, I was making out with Shannon in my car. Don't get me wrong, that part was great. But then my uncle parked alongside my car, and I thought he might spot us doing things. He ended up not seeing us though, and I realized that my uncle was oblivious. Then Shannon and I decided to go to the park nearby. It was a huge playground across from a Taco Bell. As we were going through the park, I noticed a third person following behind us. I realized that it was Amanda's brother. And Shannon had disappeared and turned into Amanda. While running through the park, I later saw Amanda peeing while standing up too. I asked her what she was doing, and she said, "what does it look like?"

I told her to stay away from me. She began chasing me while pushing a baby carriage. I pushed it back at her and told her to keep away. I ran inside a school, and I tried to find a door to hide behind. I laughed manically as I rattled each knob, hoping someone would help me through to the safety of the other side. I found a cashier's office in the school, and I went there. I asked the lady behind the desk if she was a counselor and would talk to me about my problems. She said she could, even though I knew she was a cashier and not a counselor. My first question was, "where am I?" She replied that we were in Michigan. This totaly blew my mind, because I've had no intention of going anywhere near that fucking place. I had no idea how I ended up there. As I recounted my story to the lady, a couple other people gathered around. And my story sounded familiar to them as well. "Oh, you're..." They already knew what was going on and had heard my story before! They asked me if I was actually upset since I was laughing earlier in the halls. "No! I was laughing because I was hysterical and just trying to get someone to help me." Honestly though, I couldn't make sense of it all.

I remember I tried calling Shannon to get me a plane ticket out of there. And then I remembered that I flew for free. This still left me confused on how I was in Michigan. It was like in Fight Club where the narrator finds out that he's two people. I found out that California had magically turned into Michigan overnight without me flying anywhere. It made no sense.



I woke up feeling completely stupified, and I told Shannon about each of the nightmares as best I could the next morning while I still remembered the details. That's the only way I've been able to remember anything like I have was through repeating it before. I'm glad she could laugh at it, though I hate the fact that I had these nightmares at all. It made me appreciate how I'm doing now. I don't read that much into dreams or try to dissect every little symbol or thing, but I think it's obvious what kind of things terrify me or the things I fear. Anyone in their right mind would fear an ex pushing a baby carriage. It had a baby inside it, of course.