Nightmares

I've never been one to have many nightmares, let alone any. But for some reason, in the past week I've had 4. Ridiculous. Some are short and confusing, others are long and drawn out and feel very real. So last night I had 2:

The more recent one was me back at home in the states. I was fighting with my brothers (not a big surprise) but Mack was furious at me because he had loaned me $1,000 for going abroad and that it had overdrawn his account. I was so confused, "why didn't you just look at your account before you gave me the money? I could have gone without it." But it made me so scared to go home again by the end of the dream. I don't like fighting.

Now, this is the most elaborate and surreal, or i dont know what the word is when you feel like you can control it, but the other one from last night was that. I had woken up from my plane ride back from Chile to the States, but somehow the plane had crashed on a mountain. A lot of people were dead around me, and those who were awake weren't frantic. They were all in a single file line heading out of the burning plane, slowly and very sadly. I couldn't really get my thoughts together and just stood by my chair and watched. (I was afraid of planes before this). Until finally this tiny African boy came up next to me a grabbed my hand and pulled us to the back of the line. Once we got outside we realized we were in the forest looking for roads and help and safety. When we caught up to this boys mom, she gave him a look of "I was worried about you son, but you did the right thing" And she smiled at the both of us. If that isn't God and Jesus right there, well...it is. Anyway, somehow I unfortunately left that little boy and his mother and met up with Kim Rixon. No idea why she would be on the plane. But her and I found a house where a woman let us use her phone. She called her family and asked them to pick us up. We must have been in the Cascades or something. I called Sergio, our academic director, and he didn't answer. But someone told me that they had gotten ahold of Danko, another advisor, in Vina and he was on his way. Danko doesn't have a car, so I imagined him running up South America into Central and all the way to washington while trying to put his clothes on. LOL. A while ago he told me when the earthquake happened he rushed to put all his clothes on and find his students. Which is where I got that idea. So all of us survivors were just wondering the streets of some forested neighborhood, nobody offering a house to come into. I realized Kim was gone and saw her sitting over in her parents blue subaru. I expected her mom to be in the front seat, but when I got into the back of the car it was Scott! I struggled to lay down, but Scott told me it was for the best. I looked up at his smiling face and asked him if this was a dream. Then i closed my eyes and woke up to my bedroom here in Chile. With his smile still stuck in my head. I literally woke myself up asking, "this is a dream isn't it?"This dream by far felt the most real to me. It also seemed to have a lot of strange significance. Weird, eh?

Before this dream, I had a very short one. My favorite Spanish teacher of all time at UPS, Mark, told me that this was his last year teaching at Puget Sound. I seriously woke up crying. I told him to wait at least one more year until I graduated so that I could take the rest of my spanish classes from him. But he would tell me why he was leaving, if it was personal, or the school's decision. Anyway, I facebooked him for reals yesterday telling him not to leave UPS for a while, but I have still to get a response. :(

My earliest dream was similar to the first one. It was long and very odd. I'm sure there was some significance that I cannot figure out. I was here at my house in Vina, but my mom and her boyfriends Harvey were also here. They were sitting at a table alone outside the house. My Chilean family was having a huge party, so I imagine they were just a little bit confused and intimidated by the language. But I kept going back and forth between mom and harv and all the chileans in the house. Then I realized I couldn't find my host family. And at that moment people started fleeing the house. I am not sure if its because the house slowly started to flood or if it was because the carabineros (police) came. Then I turned to see Isabella, she said "they take those threats seriously marissa" I had no idea what threats she was talking about. Maybe because I had brought a knife to chile, or because I thought about participating in the peaceful March on september 11th. Who knows. Thanks Isa, or should I say, madre. ;) Anyway, the carabineros were not very nice, they were quite frightening and kept asking me where the owners of the house were. I literally had no idea. The water continued to rise and I told them I had to get my stuff before it was all ruined so I ran into my flooded room and woke up. STRANGE.

And that was only the beginning of my weird dreams. I'm sure there will be more. Not sure where they're coming from. I'm having a great time down here and am not homesick yet. Other than this ridiculous flu I have right now, I am very content. Stay tuned lovas....