I had a dream that my family was murdered. That we all lived in
Hayward ......(we actually live in Fremont and at the time I don't
remember ever going to this part of Hayward but a few years later I
want down this street in Hayward and it was the exact same one as
the one in my dream....crazy).....In the dream I had just came home
and in corners of all the rooms were each of my family members
chopped up with flies flying around them and I distinctly remember
being able to smell rancid death and urine like who ever killed
made them pee and poop on themselves first. And as I walked through
each room I could see pieces of flesh on the door knobs and the
blood was only in the pile with the pieced body. I could not shake
sensation that my family was dead but what really made me sad was
my mom being dead. I was crying and sad but also very scared
because I felt like the guy was going to come back, so I ran
outside and about that time I woke up. When I woke it still felt
like everyone was actually dead, even though I ran into my mom's
room and hugged her I still felt like she died. I was about 17 at
the time and felt like I lost my family for three days after the
dream.

I went to teach at my old college and was feeling nostalgic. Found myself at my horse stable, it was a bit old but still usable. In the corral were a white unicorn and a red phoenix, galloping in tracks.The phoenix stopped and ate from my hand. Above the corral on the wall was a gift sign that read I won $750.

Just then my ex husband’s fiancée came in and we chatted about the animals, about my son, etc. Got more comfortable with each other. She saw the mural of the phoenix above the corral and we both saw the mural come to life like a blazing image on fire.

Then, I took that money I had won and bought a motor home with it. A nice, clean beige one with lots of room and very nice inside. My recent ex-fiancée was there and excited we could use it for his band. I said it was mine, not his and he could use it occasionally, but not claim ownership.

Then we were traveling down the road on a voyage. I saw cattle grazing in the fields peacefully. Then we went over a river and I saw dead cows in the river, more and more of them. It was startling and sad to see so many. I hoped nobody was drinking the water from that river.

As we journeyed on, and came to a home, we parked the motor home in a garage. I was still admiring it inside. Then we were in the house and my recent ex fiancée was the “dad and husband” I brought home to my family. They did not like him because he wasn’t being attentive and was self-absorbed and rude. I saw a “family scene” playing out where the pretty mother was tip-toeing around the agitated sleeping father, calling her son to breakfast and trying to be as little-noticed as possible as to not stir things up.

Then I was a single mom with two kids. The kids were up high on this steep metal staircase. I was so afraid they were going to fall. My young son made it down one step at a time. My younger daughter came down a few steps, hopped on the rail and then jumped all the way down the side, landing perfectly like a monkey from a tree. I was relieved. I felt they were going to make it, using their own methods. And I felt I was going to make it, being brave.

I once had a dream that I was falling. I know that sounds so
cliché but it is true. It was kind of like I was in a Roadrunner cartoon.

Only it was real life, not cartoon like, just the setting had the same
things as that cartoon.

So I was at the edge of a cliff and then I started to fall. I started falling and I was going really fast and the crazy thing about this whole dream was that I could actually feel myself falling, the sensation that you get in your spine when you fall and the wind whipping fast around you.

It was so real I woke up like in the midst of the falling I guess that is why I can remember the sensation so well.