For a couple of months, all my dreams focused around being at a great height. It was getting ridiculous. I always ended up several hundred feet in the air, and I started saying to my dreaming self, "Oh, come on, not that again!"
Now, it's something different. Every dream features a crowd. Since I hosted a very full house for Christmas, maybe that theme has played itself out. I hope so.
Last night, a new theme emerged. I dreamed that my house was broken into by two young men. I stood up to them. I was kicking and hitting one of them and although he didn't fight back, he didn't leave either. I kept calling out to my daughter to call 911, as if she were in the bedroom. But, she wasn't there. She was safely home in her own home. Then, I realized that the renters upstairs could hear me if I screamed loud enough. I gathered up my breath and. . .before I could scream out loud, they ran out. I had a few choice words for them as they were leaving! I was so mad, I was fuming!
I know what caused this dream. My son's gf told me at Christmas that she had moved into a house at the corner of 44th and Fenton. I know that area and it is a high crime area. I'm concerned for her, and for my son when he visits her. She has met her neighbors and they've promised to look out for her, so that is a bit of a reassurance.