First Day Back to Work; Dream? or Nightmare???

I couldn't sleep last night, knowing today was my first official day back to work even though I opened my class last week. Friday when I went in I stepped on a rattlesnake, I didn't get bit, I got lucky, but still it happened. Last night I dreamed I walked up to my portable and the snake was there waiting for me, blaming me for it's death. I think our AP killed it, although I thought it might have been relocated. Anyway it was waiting for me and said the only way I was getting in that classroom was through it and no matter how hard I tried to convince it to let me in it wouldn't. We had a stand off, and it wasn't going to give but I didn't want to get bitten, and I knew it was going to bite me. I was thinking that even if my son and I were arguing I still didn't want him to have to worry about me dying right before he went to Afghanistan. It drove me nuts all day and everywhere I went around the school I was looking for that snake~!

Fragments of the Past

I couldn't sleep last night, didn't even try that hard until close to 4am, when I did doze I had nightmares from the past that I brought on myself. I got a book through Paperpackswap.com (LOVE THEM!!!), called The Hate Factory. It's the story of the NM prison riot in 1980 that was horribly violent; one of the deaths described in the book, recounted by the inmates who did it, was the death of the man that killed my little 6 and 8 year old sisters and my step mother. I leafed through the book, didn't read the whole thing, and I won't. It affected me so badly all I could see when I closed my eyes was the violence in the house when I found them that morning in 1978. Their faces in front of me asking for help, help I couldn't give because they were dead, and it was my fault, because those men were after me and I wasn't there.

It's always in the back of my mind, I feel like I need to make contact with them and find out if they blame me, if they knew why those men were there, if they said anything to them.

I need to bring on dreams tonight of a peaceful, happy, nature.

Do You Remember Your Dreams?

I was talking with friends about dreams, they were saying they remember dreaming but not what they were dreaming about. On the other hand I never forget a dream. I wish I could, but my mind doesn't work that way. But what are they? Are they convoluted memories? Are they predictions of the future? Do they give you a heads up about something coming or do they remind you of the past so you don't make the same mistakes again?

What do you think?