alaskanlaughter
Senior Registered
based on the criteria for PL dreams i'd say i had a PL dream in the middle of a regular dream....can that happen?
i was dreaming early in the morning a regular dream where i was up at my parents house with my kids and we were at war with israel and planes flew over to drop some kind of gas and it was weird and confusing and kinda scary and then the dream CHANGED....
all of a sudden i was a skinny girl and i was sitting on something in a gray box...like a room with no windows...i didnt have any clothes on and i was holding my baby on my lap facing me...he didnt have any clothes on either...i knew what was going to happen and this sheer terror filled me, even though i didnt move or scream...i was looking down and holding my baby and the air started to fill with this kinda foggy stuff and i knew we were being gassed to death....i dont even like to think about it now, i still am very sad and i just dreamed this last night...i didnt even tell my husband the awfulness of it
in my dream i pushed my baby's head into the crook of my neck so he(?) wouldn't breathe it and i could feel it start to enter my lungs and burn them and it got harder to breathe and i was so very veryyyy sad for my child....i started to gasp and have a hard time breathing but i still sat very still and i was afraid to pass out because that meant i would lose my grip on my child and he would breathe this too
and then just as sudden i snapped back into my regular dream and i took a deep shuddering breathe in that part and was surprised that i could breathe again and in that regular part i went to look for my older son and told him to never ever go there, even though i wasnt sure what i meant by that
what do you all make of that?
i was dreaming early in the morning a regular dream where i was up at my parents house with my kids and we were at war with israel and planes flew over to drop some kind of gas and it was weird and confusing and kinda scary and then the dream CHANGED....
all of a sudden i was a skinny girl and i was sitting on something in a gray box...like a room with no windows...i didnt have any clothes on and i was holding my baby on my lap facing me...he didnt have any clothes on either...i knew what was going to happen and this sheer terror filled me, even though i didnt move or scream...i was looking down and holding my baby and the air started to fill with this kinda foggy stuff and i knew we were being gassed to death....i dont even like to think about it now, i still am very sad and i just dreamed this last night...i didnt even tell my husband the awfulness of it
in my dream i pushed my baby's head into the crook of my neck so he(?) wouldn't breathe it and i could feel it start to enter my lungs and burn them and it got harder to breathe and i was so very veryyyy sad for my child....i started to gasp and have a hard time breathing but i still sat very still and i was afraid to pass out because that meant i would lose my grip on my child and he would breathe this too
and then just as sudden i snapped back into my regular dream and i took a deep shuddering breathe in that part and was surprised that i could breathe again and in that regular part i went to look for my older son and told him to never ever go there, even though i wasnt sure what i meant by that
what do you all make of that?