Week 2 Post

Prompt 1: What do you dream about?

My dreams can definitely vary. Some good, some bad. It is always easier to remember your bad dreams over the happy ones. Sometimes I just have neutral dreams as well. For example, I will dream I am at work doing the same thing over and over again; those dreams are no fun when you always work! I have day dreams as well :) They usually consist of money and power, like most I am sure.

I have had so many terrible dreams though. One night I dreamt I was running through a house and I was running from a man with a needle. It was one of those dreams where you are still somewhat conscious, so you are doing everything you can to die and wake up. I tried jumping out of the building, among other things. Well no matter what I couldnt die, it wasn't until the man finally caught me and stuck me with the needle that I awoke.
Another scary dream I had when I was a about 13 or 14 took place in the same bedroom I was sleeping in. I saw a man trying to come through my window so I tried to hurry and lock it but it was too late, and while I was at the window he had grabbed ahold of me making his way through. As I was trying to push him out he was stabbing me in the leg. I just remember pushing and pushing and it just hurt more and more. Why I pushed and didnt try to pull away I dont know...
Come to think about it, I had another dream where I was walking in the dark and somebody stabbed me in the stomach, except in this dream I didn't feel pain, I could only see.
I have dreamt of getting in car accidents and I have dreamt that I was watching myself drown, but in most of my dreams I am running. Running from a man.

Prompt 2: Jealousy

I had always been a jealous child. It lead me to steal and do some bad things. It all started when I was about six years old. I always felt that my momom cared about my cousins more than me, and it made me very jealous. I was a very sensitive child and I pretty much took everything personal. Well my cousins would come to my house with their cool clothes and their Lisa Frank stickers and I got fed up with it, so I took the stickers when no one was looking and threw them away. Once I started I couldnt stop. I would steal their stuffed animals, their barbies, and I was always taking more stickers. Finally the breaking point was when I stole something very special from someone else, that  I love so much. It lead that person to cry, I stole something that meant so much to them, it was an icon of their life, it was the only thing they had left to remember their love. After seeing this my month of stealing came to an end, and so did my ability to become jealous.