Dream Journal

   Had an incredible dream this morning. One of those dreams that stays with you long after you wake up , the kind of dream you look forward to. 

   I was at home again ( home , being the house I grew up in ). I seemed to have been in my late twenties or early thirties. Debra ( my older sister ) was still alive.

    Debra , Lori , and I were outside at night , wrapped in blankets ; it must have been chilly , although it didn't really feel like it. There was a dinosaur-like monster on our property that we were trying to avoid. It was tall and black , which made it more difficult to see in the dark. So , we ran next door , to the house on the left , where the Strevell's lived.

    Now , what's strange about this dream , is that the Strevell's lived there when I was in my early teens. As far as I can remember , they were gone by the time I was in my late teens , and I don't remember ever being in that house.

    As we passed the front of the house , I noticed that there was a bedroom window open and I could hear loud music.
    The dream seemed to skip from here to inside the house. Now we're in the living room ; I'm leaning back in an arm chair. The lights are off. The second oldest sister is in the kitchen , cooking. I asked her if she ever remembered anything strange that happened around a house I owned somewhere else in California. This must have been about the black monster that was after the three of us.
    I don't recall her answering me. The oldest sister came in after that and noticed that someone was sitting in the chair , but said nothing about the lights being off. She got real close to me , asking who I was. I told her who I was , and that must have been when I woke up.