My incredibly bizarre dream from last night.

It was winter. Very cold and tons of snow on the ground. There was a boy in the dream whom I knew to be my boyfriend. He was very tall and built. (Not beefy buff) He was strong but scared. He had brown, wild hair. I know exactly who he looked like in my dream (Someone famous. I won't post who b/c, well, that's my little secret) and who he was (a cross between that someone famous and a character from a movie a few years back.) I always had a feeling throughout the dream that he was frantic for my safety. But I seemed at peace with my fate and kept focusing on helping him not feel so frantic. Although, I never actually *did* anything in the first part of the dream to help him, I knew I was somehow. I was me but not the real me. There was no husband, child, nothing resembling my current life. He, I and a bunch of other people were at this house in the middle of nowhwere. Under the snow the ground was plush with grass and trees. None of them was dead but just totally covered with this thick snow.


If I had to guess, I'd say there were maybe 50 -60 people there. About half were outside. The people outside were wearing hats, scarves, gloves-all bundled up. They were standing spread apart, not moving, facing the house. For some reason, we all knew that they would not or could not come in. However they weren't a threat. It was as though they had given up. (More on that in a sec.) A girl in the house was opening the door to get heat to them but they wouldn't come in. The lady directly outside the door looked at us sadly but also peacefully. Anyhow, we all knew they weren't a danger to us but something else was. Something was going to come in the air and probably kill us all.

We made the girl close the door because we were safer inside and they had chosen to be outside. I think we also had the idea that the heat might run out at some point and we needed to preserve as much of it as possible. I remember I kept thinking if everyone would just come in, we could cram together in one room to create more heat. But I had accepted the fact that they wouldn't be coming in and that those of us inside would have to deal with it without them. How heat was crucial, I have no idea. And we associated the ending of the heat with the scary threat looming.

Throughout everything, I accepted the threats without much fear for myself. I was constantly fixated on easing his fear.

The thing is, we had NO idea of when the danger was coming or even exactly what it was. We could get vague clues from reading the paper but we still didn't know when or exactly how it would happen. It could have been YEARS.

Then the snow was all melted and for some reason the fact that spring came and we were still alive meant that we might have a chance to survive.

I don't know how I got outside but I did. I was running across the grass and kept looking up at the sky like I was expecting this sinister thing to move in from the sky and kill us all. Like a mist. I wasn't scared for myself until I felt odd bits of hope that spring was here and the snow was gone and that we might be able to survive. Feeling those bits of hope made me more fearful and I kept trying to push the hope away and stay in acceptance because it was so painful to think of surviving and then possibly have it yanked away again. I was running to get to him and calm him. I remember running back to the house to tell him. The ground was just running with the melted snow as if it had all melted at once. Everything was saturated and water ran in rivulets and streams all over the place. The grass was definitely bright green and the trees all had leaves.

Once in, I ran to the bedroom and saw him there. He looked terrified. He was dividing pills of some kind from a giant bottle into smaller ones. They looked big, not quite as big as Necco wafers but bigger than a sweet tart. They were white. He said he was going to sell them to the people outside (Who were still there but had moved now and were much more spread out) to try to save me. He held my right hand and squeezed it while he spoke to me. That's when I touched his face/jaw.

It was so vivid that I can still feel it and feel how I felt when I touched him. His skin was shaved smooth as silk. He had a hard, square jawline and I pressed my left hand up against it, cradling his cheek and jaw in my hand. He leaned his head in and briefly closed his eyes. I could feel the weight of his head in my hand as he squeezed my other hand in his. He didn't say it but I knew he was frantic to get on with what he was doing so he could save me from...whatever. I was completely sure of his love/concern for me. I think I tried to tell him that we might be okay and it might not be necessary to do this but he was reluctant and wanted assurance and to go ahead with it anyhow just to be sure.

I think he hugged me but I was waking up by that point.

And that's it. How bizarre is that?! And no, I don't take drugs or even drink really so it wasn't some sort of bad trip. I just found it to be extremely interesting.