John Jr’s Pillow Dies The Year John Jr Was Born – The Year 2014
I woke up this morning and as I was making my bed I noticed pieces of pillow filler and/or decayed materials on my bed.
I thought that the pillow filler was coming from my memory foam pillow; but it was coming from a new large tear in my oldest pillow that was made for me by my dead grandmother DE in the year that I was born.
Furthermore, I took my pillow to my mom for suggestions on repairing it, but my mom suggested that I finally let it go.
It has been re-sewn many times over the years, and it has lost all of its feathers and most of its filler.
My mom thought that I should also get rid of it for health reasons because of allergens/et cetera.
I am not sure if I have typed some of these dream fragments before or not, but last night I remembered some old dream fragments from years ago.
They all took place in an icy wasteland, a cold unknown place where you feel like there is nothing else and there is no escape or something like that I think.
One involved several people and I traveling by foot in this harsh environment and several of us died or left separate ways during the journey, and a few survivors and I found a cave; this dream took place for days, weeks, and month.
The third survivor left to find help and/or a better location, but never came back, leaving a woman and I as the only survivors; the woman and I probably formed a romantic relationship during the days, weeks, months.
Our situation was terrible and we did not expect to survive and we barely were surviving, the environment was harsh & mostly lifeless, it was like being in the middle of no-where, and it was so cold that I could even feel it in the dream; and the situation was so hopeless that I thought that we would die of hunger and/or thirst and/or from the cold.
Since this dream took place over such a long time, I was worn out and our mood & energy levels were low, I am not sure that I have ever had a dream or many dreams where I felt the way that I did in this dream; it felt like how I would imagine that I would feel if this happened in real life.
Our life was harsh and boring, spending most of our time dying in a cave, and I would occasional try to get water & food & things to use for warmth, I think.
Feeling that we would probably die soon, I decided to go look for help and/or civilization while I still had enough energy to walk, and the woman stayed behind with the few supplies that I could find; I did not want to leave her and she did not want me to leave, but it was our last chance before we would die, even though I thought that we would die anyway.
We said our goodbyes and I left with barely enough energy out into the harsh environment, fueled by my desire to at least find help so that the woman would survive, but I woke up at some point during my hopeless journey to my death as I hoped that the woman was still alive.
I had several other dreams of this place in the past, with some involving a race / competition and/or something with several other people, most of whom had vehicles to help them through the harsh environment; and I think that we knew each other from a past dream or dreams, but that is all that I can remember.