Time Travel Dream

I always used to have dreams where I was packing for a big family move or a trip of some sort. I still do sometimes. Sometimes I’m reenacting my last move, other times there’s some natural disaster about to happen and I’m trying to pack up as much as I can.

When I was little, we moved into a handful of different places. One of them my Dad couldn’t live in due to some overgrown bush out back that gave him bad hives—eyes swelled shut kind of hives—but otherwise it was a nice house. Mom used the attic for a sewing room, but I know if we’d been able to stay there I would’ve tried to convince her to let me use it for my bedroom.

Another place we suspect was haunted. Both parents saw the same shadow of a man with a hat a few times and I was the obligatory baby that woke up and freaked out. The landlord later disclosed that a man had died there and it had taken some time for anyone to notice. I don’t remember any of this because I was too young, but I’ve been given accounts from both parents.

The last house I lived in before moving closer to Toronto was next door to another girl my age. The yard was a nice size with a big tree and a hill, and if you went through the back gate you were in the parking lot of a grocery store. It didn’t have an actual garage, just an overhang with a wall of patterned cinder blocks.

After that, we lived in the same house for 15 years. A part of me thought moving around was fun and I drew a lot of plans and diagrams for what my next place would look like. Now that I’ve been living in this apartment for so long, I kind of miss having a deck and a basement. Maybe wishing so much was a mistake. Sometimes I feel like I jinxed what we had all because I wanted the adventure of exploring a new living space for the first time.

Which brings me to last night’s dream: I was back at the house again, but every so often while packing it’s like I skipped back in time a bit and found more things to pack—things I thought I’d lost and was happy to see again—but there was always another box to fill and I knew some things would get left behind. The last time we moved we did leave a lot behind. We left things we wouldn’t be able to take with us because there was no room, it was water-damaged from a recent basement flood, or we didn’t have time to pack and sell it. Our landlady told us not to worry about it and had some people come in afterwards to clean anything up that was left. 

Mom even had retail fixtures left over from a place she used to work that closed—which are very handy if you need cabinets and hear of a store closing soon. My local Zellers was selling shelving and displays for under $500 in some cases when they closed.  Anyway, she left behind a big drawer that used to hold sewing patterns but was repurposed as a TV stand because it held a lot of movies. Nearly every VHS we owned fit in it with room to spare—all out of sight unless opened. I hope whoever eventually got it found a use for it. Maybe they painted it. It was still varnished but the colours were pretty dated; think orange and brown.

I think there was another shelf she used in the laundry room that was huge enough to hold stacks of fabric. That was another thing we had to get rid of, most of Mom’s old fabric. She got thousands of dollars worth from one of her fabric store jobs because she’d be asked to put together a piece for a display and whatever was left she’d get to keep. She could’ve opened her own fabric store easily. Other than that there was a hole in the wall we pushed it in front of. When we first checked out the house before moving in years ago I remember there being a dog belonging to the owner who had puppies. Imagine a basement wall and puppies keep jumping through it as people are trying to have a conversation. Obviously none of them or their mother stayed with us but the hole was just there and yeah. Out of sight, out of mind.

Moving on…

Before I woke up we were loading things into the minivan to take over to the new place, and Dad started acting funny, like he was thinking of taking some of my stuff. He then turned into a woman who I chased out to the car. I don’t know who she was, or why that dream came about, but it’s sort of a left field scenario for me.

It would be nice to find a place that’s roomier than here but I don’t think that will happen. I’d need to have a really good-paying job and that’s a story that could take up an entire blog post.

Until next time,


Flood Dream

I made a post before about a fireball dream, and this time there was a flood (in my dream, although I have lived in a house where basement flooding occured).

I’ve had dreams about tornadoes and storms before, usually that I’m preparing for them by shutting windows or packing what I believe I’ll need before I leave. Packing also seems to be a common theme in my dreams as of late. It’s probably a manifestation of wishful thinking (I would like to be able to move into a bigger place). I don’t think it necesarily means I will travel, because I don’t have much desire to do so right now. Some people think that travel enriches you somehow and you should do as much of it as possible. That may be true, but I’m not holding my breath either.

Anyways, this dream was similar to those storm dreams in that I was beside a small bay as the water was just starting to get choppy (and most of my storm dreams take place either before or just as the storm is beginning), and then some neighbours were setting out sandbags. There wasn’t rain or anything, it was night time and it was really calm with high visibility. Only the water itself was active.

If it’s supposed to be a reflecion of my mental state, I suppose I’d believe it, especially since I like to be as prepared as possible in waking life, and that dreams like this would take place at a time when I would be preparing makes sense.

Fireball dream

I’ve had fireball dreams a couple of times, but most of the time there is only one fireball. The last one I remember saw enough people to fit a school gymnasium—myself and my parents included—standing in a plaza that exists near my home in real life.

We were all looking up at some kind of space cloud (it looked sort of like a nebula?) behind a tall building, kind of like how the humans in war of the worlds are dumb enough to wander up to the tripod and are just fascinated with it—before it attacks! 

Suddenly, a huge fireball flew out from behind it and struck the plaza. I couldn’t find my parents in the chaos. That’s when I woke up. That dream bothered me for a little while, probably because of my parents potentially getting hit by a meteor and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

Last night’s dream had me running through a small town as fireballs were coming down form the sky and bouncing off of things, setting buildings and objects on fire and knocking people flying. It basically looked like an intergalactic game of dodgeball and I was the only one not getting hit (for a change, I suck at dodgeball in waking life). When the fireballs hit the ground, they made a big booming noise like something outve a theatre speaker.

Quoting Ron Stoppable “That would be so cool if it wasn’t going to kill us!”

I’m still wondering about the meaning behind this dream, but it doesn’t bother me as much as the other one did at the time—at least not in the same way. Both dreams happened as I was close to waking up anyway, and the rest of the night had been uneventful.

Has anybody else experienced dreams with fireballs before? If so, I’d love to hear about it in the comments! Oh and if you have a dream dictionary on hand, please feel free to share what yours says!

Until next time,



I have plenty of recurring dreams. I think I’ll start putting the more interesting ones (dreams in general, not necessarily recurring) on this blog—like the parkour obstacle course! It was a giant, multicoloured structure you’d associate with a playground, only designed for parkour. At first, everyone was participating for fun, and then it suddenly got serious!
The implication was that whoever slipped up on the course or fell behind died. I passed a handful of people that I recognize in waking life, including Stephen Merchant for some reason. I rarely dream about celebrities at all, mostly just people I know or people I know in my dream, but who don’t actually exist in waking life. Funny how dreams can just plop an entire person there and it’s like they’ve been there your entire life.

When I was little, I was always being chased or hiding from someone or something. At one point I was being chased by a truck. As I ran up the path to my porch I heard it accelerating until I woke up when it would have hit me.

When I was in highschool and college (even after graduation), I was constantly dreaming about being back at the primary or secondary level. I was aware that I’d graduated in real life but felt confused as to why I was there. I was done, right? Why was I getting so many assignments?

Last night, I had a dream where I was late for my graduation ceremony. I hesitated just outside the door and started to cry, thinking everything was ruined for me. Suddenly, a classmate ran out and started to sob on the steps beside me. She confessed that she had been naked, and I confessed that I wasn’t wearing underwear. Then, I decided to enter and take a seat near the back as if nothing was wrong. I remember distinctly thinking “next time.

Some dreams have given me ideas, like the one that initially inspired my Firebird series so long ago. I was watching a movie trailer for it and it looked vaguely like a Miyazaki film. I didn’t decide to actually try to make it until high school.

Others have predicted future events, like how I had a dream about there being a new cardcptor Sakura series where a boy was the protagonist. The next day my friend told me about Tsubasa Chronicles. Syaoran is the protagonist of the story rather than Sakura. Another time I saw an entire musical number in what looked like a new Land Before Time sequel. The theme of it carried over into the film, but the song didn’t. I’m glad for that, it was as obnoxious as you’d expect it to be in a dream.

One dream specifically showed off the concept of—and I quote—”purple, flying, fire-breathing magic ponies”. Let me just show you what happened after that:

These all show up in My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. The fire one may be slightly off, unless you count that scene with Pinkie Pie guzzling liquid rainbow. Apparently it’s spicy. I just think that’s hilarious!

Of course, my favourite recurring dreams—though ultimately bittersweet—involve discovering a continuation of Pretear. Quite possibly my favourite manga series to date. Only four volumes were published, though in my dreams I’m sometimes finding volume 7-10 by accident and thinking I’m somewhere in the middle. These are very likely a manifestation of wishful thinking.

On the less cool side, I’ve had dreams about fire and woke up to my toaster oven being accidentally left on (more than once, though it’s often due to human error, my solution is insisting it stay unplugged when not in use). One time I dreamed that someone got hurt and woke up to a fight happening outside the door of my apartment. The next morning there was a puddle of blood that they still haven’t been able to completely remove from the carpet. A friend said to me “Hon, for once I’m glad you’re a hermit!” when I told her.

Some dreams are strange and oddly beautiful, like the misty forest, the boardwalk as a storm was rolling in and the waves were getting all choppy, the islands with pine trees, old country highways at various times of day, the city highway under the stars, that one waterfall, the underwater village where I could somehow still breathe, and especially the red sky. It wasn’t sunset, it was just red as if it had always been that way. A photoshop mockup wouldn’t quite capture it faithfully.

I could carry on for days about the things that happen in my dreams (I mean really, what WAS Stephen Merchant doing on a parkour course of death?) but I’ll save some for later.

Until next time,