I stay pretty much a positive person, doing my best to look on the bright side of things. No matter how bad life can get, I’m sure there is someone near by who would gratefully trade places with me—whatever the situation is, it could always be worse. There are dreams that deeply depress me after I am awake, usually they are of other realities in which my life could have been totally different. I can usually deal with them, unless they involve my children or grandchildren.

These dreams I just would like to forget about because I know in all the realities out there, this may be another scenario I am living through. One thing to make clear, my father in this dream is not the father in my life here. I am blessed with a very loving father.


Wednesday, June 11, 2014, (an unconscious dream)

I had a very depressing dream to the point of wanting to forget it rather than write it down. I had my three children; Jonathan, Daniel and Marie who were 5, 4 and 3. We were homeless and living on the street. I had looked for work but there was none. In the dream, I arrived at my father’s apartment with my children. He answered the door and when he saw us, an irritated look appeared on his face. I explained my dilemma saying I had hoped we could stay with him until I had gotten work and a place to live. Since it was so late he allowed us to spend the night in his apartment. He made it clear that we had to be out by the time he got up in the morning and if anyone awoke him, we had to leave right then.

He did share his food that evening and went to bed after informing me we were not to awaken him. He closed the door to his room, which seemed to be made of thick steel. Because the apartment was only a one bedroom, I made beds on the living room floor, while Jonathan my oldest, helped his brother and sister get comfortable. The following morning I had to wake up the kids and leave. They were hungry, but I had been afraid my father would have awakened so we had to leave hungry.

We walked for some time, with my children upset because they were still tired and in need of a meal. As we passed a motel, an idea came to me. I took the kids behind the motel and came in through the rear door of the lobby. The motel had a free continental breakfast for its guests. Coming through the rear lobby door made it look as though we had stayed the night. We did not have any baths in sometime. What hurt me most was seeing my daughter filthy. Her long hair not brushed in sometime and her clothes were hand-me-downs from her brothers.

We all ate until full, and I had the kids stuff their pockets with what they could. This would provide some food for later. On the way out of the motel Daniel, my middle child, asked me if he could have a bath. It was heart breaking, but I had to explain we had nowhere to bathe. He asked if we could go back to his grandfather’s and use his shower. I knew what my father’s answer was going to be, but I had to ask for my children.We walked back to my father’s apartment, hoping he would at least allow us the use of his bathroom. I knocked lightly on the front door, but he never came. I tried the doorknob and found the door to be unlocked. I stepped inside and looked around. I had the kids come just inside the door and told them to be quiet. I tiptoed down the hall to his bedroom. The thick steel door was closed and locked, meaning he was in there but asleep. I would not even dare to awaken him knowing the results if I did. Our best bet was to come back in the morning when he was up.

I had to tell my children we would have to wait. Outside was dark, and I had to find a place for us to sleep. Marie held up her arms for me to carry her. I picked her up, and we left the apartment. Jonathan took Daniel’s hand, and they walked alongside me. Marie quickly fell asleep in my arms. I recalled a large stroller nearby someone had thrown out. If it was still there perhaps I could use it to put Marie in as a bed, but because it was late and dark by then the children were too tired to walk anymore.

Across the street from my father’s, apartment was a park. I led the boys into the thick grass and lay down. I kept Marie on my chest and had Jonathan and Daniel lie on each side of me. This way, they could use my shoulders as pillows. I wrapped my arms around them, and we all went to sleep in the grass. When I awoke, I was back here in my bed.



One thing I rarely keep in my journals is what I eat throughout the day. I guess I should seeing how some foods can induce dreams. Looking back to the day of this dream and a couple of days before, I find no evidence of what brought it on. All I have is at the ending of the dream. It could have been just a nightmare but looking at the symptoms of when I awoke, I have a feeling it may have been brought on by celery. FYI, I have severe food intolerance for celery. It won’t kill me; it just makes it feel that way.

Sunday, June 2, 2002; (conscious dreaming )

I was living in a large colony on the moon. While I was with a group of people inside one of the glass domes, a strange-looking craft came into view heading toward earth. The ship was alien and in four sections. Three outer sections were triangular cylinders, perhaps a hundred miles or wider and hundreds of miles long.

About every one hundred miles apart, a thick ring intersected all three cylinders at the outer tips. At the end of the ship, mounted inside the three cylinders was a sphere maybe two hundred miles in diameter. The entire ship was deep red with no markings, lines or portals, just a smooth and unblemished surface. It took a good while for the thing to pass completely over us. We stood in silence as the ship seemed to come to an orbit directly between the moon and earth. The sphere end pointed toward the moon. Still watching from our spot under the dome, we saw a pulse of light come from one of the cylinders.

A bright flash lit up a small spot on the earth then went brown. There were several screams and someone shouted,

“Oh God, they’re attacking the cities.”

“They’re coming out of the sphere for us!” someone else screamed.

I looked at the sphere, and tiny holes were lit up around it. Then I noticed small ships coming out in lines and heading our way.

As the crafts neared, I saw earth shuttles launching from the surface of the moon. No sooner had they lifted off than beams leaped from the strange craft destroying our shuttles before getting yards off the ground. Still too far out, I could not identify the looks of the alien craft. However, I saw, as did others the destruction of other domes in the distance.

The only thing, the others and I on the moon could do was to suit up and run from the moon bases. On the surface, the ships blasted our homes apart. After the last base had been taken out, the ships could have left us to die on the surface but instead took it upon themselves to finish us off.

Those running in groups were the first to go, while those of us running alone were bombarded by the rocks and boulders that rain downed on us. I was soon caught up in the debris and covered over by rock. It seemed to take hours digging myself out. Once free, I saw that the attacks had stopped and looking across the void in space, I could see the large ship had stopped firing on the earth. I started looking for survivors and found one man.

He said the battle had been over for some time and that there were no bases left on the moon. We found an earth craft in good condition and went inside. With no way of replenishing our oxygen, we had to make it back to earth. We sailed through space aiming for earth, but our craft was pulled toward the alien ship.

We landed in an enormous bay within the ship. The door to our craft opened, and a large crab like claw reached in and nabbed the man. As he fought and screamed, I dashed out, not looking back. I ran through the ship and hid. I ran down several wide corridors then rushed out onto an open deck. To my right was a stack of what looked to be blue blocks, roughly five feet square. They were not stacked neatly, and a couple at the bottom were pulled away from the wall. I jumped behind them squeezing in as far as I could go. I heard loud clicking coming nearer and stayed still until it passed. I took a peek from around one of the blocks. One of the aliens walked by, and I got a good look at the creature.

The alien resembled an earth-like blue crab. The alien was ten to twelve feet wide and rose about seven feet high. It had one long narrow claw about six feet in length while the other claw was half that and much thicker. After it passed I had a chance to look at my surroundings. This corridor was one of the triangular parts of the ship. It ran for miles as far as I could see. The other side also was miles away. Across from me ran a wall about three feet high. I looked down and one sight froze me in place.

There were many things that held my attention but the worst was another alien. Although this alien had the same form, the color was a dull red like that of the ship’s surface. The size had to be hundreds of times larger, at least over a quarter mile wide. It stood in one place with its body vertical. The mouth held triangular rows of teeth like that of a shark. Covering the teeth and edges of its mouth were bright- ed blood and meat. Running level to within yards of the alien’s mouth was a conveyor belt. The belt ran off to my left where it originated from a very large building several stories high. The conveyor belt was close to one hundred feet wide or more. The belt rotation ran from the building to the alien’s mouth and on the belt was a range of earth animals.

The animals seemed to be from the continent of Africa standing one behind the other. Rhinos, elephants, giraffes, lions and many more standing yards apart stood in place acting confused or drugged. The sickening part was the conveyor brought each of these animals one at a time to the large alien. At the conveyor belt’s end, the alien would pluck the animal off with its short claw. I watched as it clasped a lion around the neck and lifted it over its mouth. It dropped the lion down. The lion was caught in the first set of teeth. Instead of the mouth chomping up and down it was a side-to-side motion. This allowed the animal to be continually sliced into smaller pieces. When an elephant came up, it too was grasped around the neck and lifted. Because of its size, the alien’s larger claw swung up and clipped the elephant in half.

I became sick to my stomach watching the backside drop away followed by most of the animal’s insides. Once devoured, it released the upper half. The giraffe was next but what caught my eye was behind the giraffe. The man who had been with me and dragged from the ship stood waiting his turn. His feet remained planted while his torso and arms weaved around like a man drunk. The claw wrapped around his neck, and he too went the way of the other creatures. My panic suddenly rose seeing what was to become of the earth’s inhabitants and me. I began to run toward the right along the wall not knowing where to go. As I passed the large alien, another sight stopped me.

On a lower level directly behind the alien and running from underneath, was a much smaller conveyor belt. On both sides of the belt, the normal size aliens were lined. Their pincers were greedily digging through a thick red and brown mixture. The belt and aliens ran as far as I could see. For a mere second, I wondered what it was they could be eating, but then it hit me. The giant alien which was being fed also had to be the food processor plant for the smaller ones. They were eating the by-products from the waste of the larger alien.

The other triangular sections of the ship perhaps hold these same beings and scenario. I had been getting sicker through my stomach throughout being on the ship. Now the sickness was more than I could stand, and I was forced awake. Awake in bed, my stomach urged me up and into to the bathroom. I was not sure if the dream had caused the upset stomach or more plausible what I had eaten had caused it and the dream.