Last night, at three in the morning, my spouse and I woke up to what sounded like an explosion of sound. It was lightning and thunder. With a jolt, my spouse exlaimed loudly “My God!” I too woke with a jolt, right in the middle of my sleep. In the other room my youngest stepson began to call for mom, as the thunder/explosion woke him up as well. Mom got up and calmed him down a little bit and then she went to the bathroom. Not too long after, I saw a flash and the sound of another explosion of thunder right outside our bedroom window. As a result of this, my youngest stepson began to cry. i immediatley got up and went into his room and kneeled at his bedside. He then held me as the rain started falling and the thundering continued. The rest of the time, it thundered and lightning, but not like those two explosions that initially woke us up. I notice however that my stepson, as he was holding me with his arms, that he had a bloody nose. I turned on the lights and indeed, his nose was bleeding. After getting him some kleenex, his mother came in and then went downstairs to check on my other stepson. Lo and behold, my oldest stepson slept through all that commotion! The storm and rain continued. Our youngest stepson was given a flashlight and he went back to sleep.
Talking with my spouse, she mentioned that she had dreams of men trying to get at us just as the the thunder explosions took place which jolted her awake. Here is her dream account in her words:
“We woke up around 3:00 a.m.
“I can only remember bits and pieces of the dream, and I’m not sure in which order these events occurred in the dream. The main “plot” of the dream, however, was that there were these two men who were basically after us. I never came to understand why, but they were trying to hurt/kill us. We were in the basement of our house, and I picked up a receipt for something. I cannot remember what it was for – something from a hardware store? – and I looked up and saw one of the men in the window. Even though I only saw one, somehow I knew there were two. The one I saw was a little heavy set, balding and wearing jeans and wife beater. Brown, leather beat. I could see his full form from head to toe. He was just standing there and we suddenly (somehow) became aware that the house was about to be blown up. But instead of going outside, we ran upstairs to the highest level of the house and escaped the explosion.
“Our house destroyed, we took refuge in some ratty little apartment. I still had the receipt in my hand, which somehow linked the explosion to the man outside the window. I was showing it you, and because of whatever it said, you became convinced that the man was involved. I had my cell phone, but the charge was just about out, and I had no way to re-charge it, as my cell phone charger was destroyed in the explosion. I used what little charge I had left to try to call the police. I had a large phone book out and was looking up the phone number. I don’t think I ever got through, though.
“I believe this portion of the dream occurred after the explosion. There were these large, dog/griffin like creatures in the street outside of our apartment – 2 male, 2 female. The males were larger than the females. They were black with long hair/fur. Their eyes were very green. They did not have wings, like a true griffin, but they had large bodies and paws like dogs but faces like griffins. The street was very dark and wet as if it had just rained. I remember there being other people in the street, and I believe I went outside to try to dispel whatever was going on with these creatures bothering people. I spoke to one of the females, but I can’t remember what we said to each other. The creatures then left, and I indicated to someone (or just thought to myself?) that it’s the males you have to fear, but the females are negotiable.
“There was a scene at some point where I was in a basement-like space. White tiles on the floor, flourescent lighting overhead. It was set up like a cafeteria with tables and benches for seating. This was apparently where I worked. My co-workers were all about eating lunch, presumably, and were taking up money to go in on something for lunch. I didn’t have any money. Our home had been destroy, you know? I still had ash on my face and dirty clothes. One of my co-workers lit into me about not contributing any money to the pool for lunch, and I told her that I didn’t have any, that my ex-husband doesn’t pay child support and I gave her another excuse I cannot remember right now. But I remember waking up and thinking, “Why didn’t I tell her our house had been blown up?” and I wanted to go back into the dream to tell her that, but then we had all the commotion.
That’s all I can remember.”
