Thursday, January 26, 2012

Where Am I?

I had a strange dream.  I need all my psychology experts to tell me what this one means.

I dreamed that I woke up in my bedroom.  (Strange place to wake up, right?  Give it a moment.  It gets weirder.) Only, it wasn't exactly like my bedroom.  The light fixture had been torn apart and my nightstand had been moved across the room.  I could hear a woman speaking in the other room.  Her voice didn't sound like Robyn (it actually sounded like Megan, her sister) but I assumed it was Robyn because no other women live in my house. (At least not that I'm aware of.  There could be some lurking in the closet without my knowledge.)  I thought she was talking on the phone but I was perplexed as to why she would be on the phone in the middle of the night.  (I didn't stop to think that it wasn't really dark in the dream.)

I got up and peaked out of the bedroom. To my astonishment, I discovered the woman in my hallway was not Robyn.
Her face wasn't actually a question mark.  The question mark symbolizes the fact that I didn't recognize her.

Upon further examination, my hallway was not my hallway.  When the woman saw me, she screamed and ran away.  A man (presumably her husband) emerged from a neighboring room.  He didn't seem very happy with my presence.   At this point I was quite sure that it wasn't my house.

I tried to ask the man, "Where am I?" but the words weren't coming out.  What did come out was something along the lines of "mmmmmmm".  Apparently I'm not very good at moving my lips while I sleep.

You'd think my inability to speak would clue me in that I was not awake.  But no such luck.  The man did not seem excited by A)my occupation of his house and B)my strange moaning that was supposed to pass as words. I tried again to ask him, "Where am I?" but was quite unsuccessful.

Finally I grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him.  (I'm sure this definitely won him over to my side.)  I tried to yell as loud as I could, "Where am I?"  Finally I was successful!  The sound of me yelling in the real world woke me up.  I was in my bedroom again.  Robyn was next to me.  I was no longer confused.  However, Robyn was confused because of the fact that I was yelling.

I have one interpretation.  I was jealous of all the cool stuff Robyn does in her sleep and wanted to be as cool as her.  What do you think?


  1. My professional opinion as a mental health therapist? You're freakin' crazy! :)

  2. Three nights ago I had a dream. I was in my house and then an intruder, a man, walks in looking somewhat menacing. And I tried to yell for help, but I couldn't yell in my dream. So I tried harder. And then I ended up yelling for real.

    I can at least definitively say that you were not the dude in my dream...unless you were wearing a poncho in yours.

    True story.

  3. I'm not sure what it means, but I'm just so glad I got to hear this in person. "WHERE AM I!?!" Hahahaha.

  4. Sounds freaky. I have weird dreams all the time, and I hate when I get to the point where I'm alert enough to realize I'm dreaming but not in control enough to do what I want in my dream! I've always been jealous that Robyn can control her dreams.

  5. No, it's Iowa.

    Don't worry, I have dreams about Megan all the time...It's natural.

  6. I just found an Android app, Dream Journal. It helps analyze dreams. It might be available on the iPhone.

  7. I'm just glad I am not the only one doing weird things in my sleep anymore. We were ment for each other.

  8. I think that perhaps you were a zombie...did you get a chance to look in a mirror? I hope all zombies are not trying to actually talk when they are moaning.

  9. I'm with Mellen on this one. I think you were a zombie trying to talk. If you had looked close you might have seen your face or hand falling off or something.


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