Hello! Yesterday, I heard that sleeping with a piece of Jade underneath your pillow would help remember your dreams. So, being the person I am, I went and bought a small piece of green Jade. After sleeping with it under my head, I actually remember a lot of dreams... I woke up with a lot of small images running through my mind. I should have written everything down, but I didn't think of it then. So, sadly, I forgot some of them. But I will post the unfortunate amount I remember at this point. The most detailed dream I remember was, again, set in a car. I seem to have many dreams about cars. I was visiting my father (My parents are divorced, and he lives in a different city), and we were going somewhere. Maybe my grandmother's church. But anyway, we were in the car, my dad, uncle, grandmother and I, and we seemed to be in a garage. My dad was int he drivers seat, and my uncle in the front passengers. My grandmother was in the left-hand side of the back, and I was opposite to her. The other three were arguing about the temperature of the car, and my grandmother kept turning the heat up to the highest. When she did so, I would look behind myself, and see several vents in the seats, with cartoon-like flames. They sort of looked like paper, painted red and gold. When I would say something about the heat, and "paper-flames", my dad or uncle would turn the heat off. Then the whole Battle of the Air Conditioner would begin again, and again. Finally, the automobile erupted into flames, forcing me to get out of the car. My dad and uncle escaped, as well, but I believe my grandmother was stuck in the burning vehicle. While my father and his brother freaked out over their mother being stuck in there, and how to get here out, I was frozen where I was, left to contemplate the options I had. Quickly I thought, "I know cars and fire don't mix. I need to get away from here." I gathered up courage and ran away, leaving everyone else behind. I ran towards a house I was familiar with, my great-grandmothers home. When I got there, her house was also on fire. I was a coward. I ran from there, as well. I got to the park near a relatives' former house. I sat on the old swing, grabbed my cell phone, and called my cousin. I asked to stay at his place until my mother could pick me up. I can't remember why, but he turned me down. So, with no other place to go, I had to make the park my temporary home. With that, I realized my bladder was full. I began to urinate on the grass, but then I thought about the mess, and a bathtub appeared in front of me. I then switched to urinating in the random object. Then that dream was over. Another dream was about being online. I went to my bookmarks, and saw that two of them lead to completely different websites then what I had added originally. Unfortunately, this is all I remember. Even so, I'd appreciate interpretations of any kind. Much loved!
my dad used to say "wake up and piss, the world's on fire". i think it was something he picked up in the army in world war two. does maybe someone in one of your families use this expression? my own mother used to paranoid as anything about fire, yet at the same time keep everything hotter then 80 degrees farinhight. she seems to be getting less cautious, but still, well she has this paranoia of cold thing too, plus she is after all, in her 80s, almost 90. well sometimes all you CAN do about some kinds of things IS run away from them. better then standing there helpless and at risk when you can't think of anything more useful to do or how to do it. =^^= .../\...
