Last night's dream had me feeling genuine emotions. Frustration, hopelessness, hope, curiosity, and a lot of fear. Yet it all starts out so potentially happy...
In the dream, Mike had won four tickets for a weekend getaway. I'm not sure where it was to, I just knew it was going to be hot and there was a theme park. Actually, knowing that, it may have been Florida. Ironic much? Considering I'm from Florida, my family is in Florida, and I've always laughed when a prize on a game show is tickets to Orlando... I always said they just wanted to keep me at home.
Well anyways, he won these four tickets. I don't remember who exactly was going, but I know it was me, Mike, a girl, and a guy. We were going to be taking a private jet apparently (since there were no other passengers on board) and the plane was right next to our house so we were able to run in and out putting things on board. It was only for a weekend, so I knew I didn't have to pack much. One suitcase each should have done just fine. Usually, I am the one who always overpacks (because I'm usually packing for me, Mike, and the kids) but since the kids weren't going to be with us on the trip, I didn't have to pack for them. I was excited to show Mike that I didn't need to overpack, and happily loaded up my suitcase with an outfit for each day, an outfit to sleep in, an extra change of clothes just in case, a small umbrella on the offchance it rains, and a few things to do on the plane, such as a book or two and my 3DS.
However, when Mike saw my suitcase he got angry and said I was doing it again, I was packing way too much for a two day trip! I was upset and confused and frustrated, because I thought I had packed just enough. But when I turn around to look at my suitcase again, It's overflowing with more outfits than I actually have! They were all still on hangers too, folded into the suitcase. Dresses, fancy shirts, jeans, all sorts of clothing. Things I would love to wear, things I don't think my body type could quite pull off just yet, and things I wouldn't be caught dead wearing. I began to throw things out left and right, trying to get back to the small amount I originally had in there.
Mike was rushing me, telling me everyone else was already packed and ready to go, and shouldn't we be leaving soon? I was becoming frantic, telling myself that I had everything under control. After a few minutes I had it back down to what I started with, excepting that I traded out one of the outfits for a very beautiful black dress I found. I took my suitcase onto the plane, and sat down, ready to go. I was the one with the tickets, so everything was set to go as soon as everyone else was ready. I pulled the black dress out and was trying to figure out how to put it on, but it seemed to be open all the way down both sides of the dress, with small black ties holding it together in various spots. It was very fancy; revealing, yet somehow still conservative and elegant. I wasn't entirely sure how to put it on though, and everyone had come on board and sat down while I was still examining it. When I realized we were all present and accounted for, I pulled out the tickets and handed them to Mike... who still seemed to think I had packed too much. Guess there's just no winning there.
Suddenly it was as if time had flashed by. The vacation was long since over, and it was now fall. I was standing outside in the front pasture, the grass all around me a bright gold, and the leaves on the trees turning red, yellow, and orange. There was a gentle breeze in the air that made the grass bend softly, like waves on the ocean. The air even seemed to smell like maple syrup. Which of course is odd, considering we don't have maple trees.
I was crawling along through the tall grass, towards a small gathering of trees, just down the driveway. A gathering that isn't actually there in real life. I had been warned that the deer were out in abundance this year, and that if they had young nearby they could get very aggressive. I don't remember what it was that had me over in that section, I was looking for something... but I heard a low growling sound and froze where I was. I put my head down and carefully glanced around, and then I saw a doe laying in the grass just in front of me.
There were some bushes close by, and I knew that if I could make it to the other side of them, the deer wouldn't see me and I'd be safe. I slowly began to make my way to the bushes, when the doe put her ears up on alert. I was as still as possible, and just when she turned her head and I thought it was safe to continue on, I realized she wasn't alone. There was a huge buck right in front of her, just behind some tall grass that had blocked him from my view. I knew he had seen me, though he didn't move towards me so I thought I might still be okay. He ducked his head down, and I started moving again... until I heard a growl again and turned around to see him standing over me.
I started to move very slowly so he didn't think I was going to hurt him, but he seemed to be getting more and more angry each second. I got up and started rushing towards the trees, and he put his head down and charged at me. I made it to two tall trees that were next to each other, and slid in between them. He couldn't seem to get a good angle on me, but I could tell he was thinking about it, searching for a way to get to me. My only chance was up.
I leaned my back against one tree and reached around the other, and began inching upwards. I could feel him turning his antlers at different angles, stabbing me, but I kept going. I got at least 20 feet in the air, but the two trees were leaning apart from each other at this height, and with my fear of heights I knew I wouldn't make it much higher. The buck got an idea, and started ramming the tree. I felt myself slipping and knew I couldn't hold out much longer. He rammed it again, and I slipped off the tree trunk, my hands grabbing onto an outstretched branch. I was literally hanging there, the buck rearing back and bellowing below me, just waiting for me to fall.
Suddenly I hear a vehicle pulling up. Two men are in the truck, and they are trying to scare off the buck. They are telling me to come down and get in the truck, and to hurry! I try to inch back to the tree, and I don't quite make it all the way. I fall into some tall grass, luckily easing the pain of the fall. The buck notices me, and starts to head around the truck. I jump up, run to the opposite side, and grab the front passenger door handle, praying that it's already unlocked. It is, and the door swings open, though it opened much easier than I was expecting and I was thrown back to the ground. The buck comes around the vehicle, aimed directly at me, and I just barely manage to contain my fright long enough to pull myself into the truck and shut the door. The truck pulls away, heads back to the house, and all I can do is watch the buck standing by the trees, almost seeming to roar his dominance out loud, slowly disappearing in the rearview mirror.
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