Mine have been horrible...
My last vivid dream started by me giving birth on the bathroom floor. Baby was breech, but was born without problems. Was super cute, chubby with lots and lots of dark hair. It would have been nice if it ended there....
But then I remembered I had cruise reservations and had to get to the port. I couldn't find my oldest son anywhere. I started panicking, searched for him everywhere, but then decided that we would just go and hope he met us there. So my daughter, husband and I headed for the port. At this point I forgot I had two other kids, my 4 year old and the new baby so I didn't think to take them
along.
Got to the port and I couldn't find my ship. And then I realized that my oldest son was still missing and I just started crying hysterically. Then I heard my mom's voice on the loud speaker telling me to scrape off my tongue to stop the crying. So I go to the bathroom, grab a spoon and start scraping my tongue. I peeled off layers and layers of skin, but it just kept regenerating. Eventually I stopped crying.
I get out of the bathroom, I find a ship, I go onto it only to realize it's the wrong one. I spaz out again. I start crying and then I run off to the bathroom again to scrape the skin off my tongue. Once I calmed down again, a cruise line worker tells me to follow him, because he knows where my ship is. I get on and them realize I forgot my husband and daughter in the waiting room at the port. The worker told me I didn't have time to get them so I panicked and decided to stay onboard myself. But then once the ship departed I realized what I had done. My oldest had gone missing, I had no idea where. I left my hubby and daughter behind. I hadn't seem
my baby since I birthed it and I didn't even
remember the last time I had seen my middle son. I freaked out and went back to the bathroom to scrape my to fur with a spoon again.
And then I was back home. My daughter was being strangled by a necklace she wrapped around too tight. I managed to cut it off her just in time. I started having a panic attack and started to hyperventilate.
Then the phone rang. Some man needed my husband to go help him fix a car. He said there was a box on our front step with tools in it and my husband needed to bring that box with him. I didn't want him to go, because I was still upset about my daughter almost dying, but he went anyways. As my husband was crossing the road with the box it exploded.... Which finally woke me up.
Worst dream ever