Dream Interpretations

I had a truly terrifying nightmare. It was so intense that I woke up shaking and my tear-stained pillow was thrown across the floor. I curled up in the fetal position against the wall and hugged my blankets to my chest and eventually drifted off to sleep again. When I came into work, I relayed the dream to my friend and she helped me discover the meaning. I always had a fascination with dream-reading but now I am a believer.

I was with my parents and my sisters in our old house, but it wasnt our house. It was different. Bug was not there. In fact, I was very much still a child myself. There was a serial killer on the loose and for some reason, he picked our house to stalk. He lurked outside of the doors, circling the perimeter, looking for a way in. His evil grin said that he knew something secret. I went to the front door, peeked thru the window and was startled by his sinister eyes staring back at me. I fumbled with the door, to make certain it was locked, and accidentally unlocked the door for the beast. He pushed open the door and I ran up the stairs as fast as I could, him closely on my heels. I ran into my bedroom and closed the first door behind me and hit the lock. I scurried across the room to the other door and shut and locked it as well. I grabbed a blanket and hid in the corner of the closet, as far from the door as I could get. After a little bit, I creeped back out and opened the door. The killer was gone and I went to check on my family. They were seated around the kitchen table, passing food to each one, including my terror. He smiled at me and then continued the conversation with my parents. Stunned, I sat down to observe. After the killer was fed and listened to, he politely left. He had gotten what he needed.



She explained to me that my house was not really my house because I am unsure of where my home is and where I fit. My son was not there because he cannot handle the issues Im dealing with, I barely can. The serial killer represents my fears, the greatest of which is failure and disappointment. I allowed him into my life. He chases me, almost catches me, and I run away and hide. I do not deal with my fears; instead I hide. He is after me alone. I am so absolutely terrified that my failure will catch up to me. Finally, the killer is given what it was asking for, to be listened to. To be talked out. When my fears are satisfied, they politely leave.


Thank you, subconscious mind, for teaching me and reminding me of the work I get to do!!