Misty Docks and Lost Jewels

So I took the advice of Marion, and kept a notebook and pen close to the bed so I can write down my dreams as soon as I wake up. Suffice to say, my handwriting is crap when in comes to writing as soon as I wake up. I can barely read my scribbles. But, it worked. I woke up...well, my sister blasted music and woke me up this morning and whatever I remembered, I quickly jotted down - without my glasses which may be another reason why my handwriting is crap - the bits I remembered and moved on...so that now I can refresh my memory. So, here goes!
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In my dream, I was lying at a dock that closely resembled the one I was familiar with. It reminded me of the one that resided behind one of my best friends' house, overlooking a large lake. But, I wasn't certain if I was dreaming of that place because it was misted all areound me and it looked as though it were getting to storm. For some reason, caught sight of these, bright, blue eyes, annd the most that I could really remember was it being cold, dark, and lonesome. At some point, the dock must have shifted into a bed and I found myself laying on her back. In the dream itself, I lost this really important, precious necklace that had a butterfly-pendant. Those who know me...well, they know the one. I always wear it and I rarely ever take it off. But in the dream, I thought that I lost it so I forced myself to sit up again to look around. Then it occured to me to look under the bed, and ther eit was, as though it had alway been there when I know it hadn't been.

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At some point or another, it started to storm badly. It was thundering and raining, but when I woke up, it was wet outside...and it had been storming the entire night.

A Remedy and a Log

So, after so many frustrations with several nightmares, I spoke with a dear friend of mine, Marion, gave me a remedy to help with trying to sleep peacefully. It was something she said she read from her book that said to sleep with a little rosemary pouch under my pillow. So, a few days later, while I was on vacation, I found some dried rosemary. I made a little pouch and I tried it out after I got back from vacation, sleeping with it under my pillow. The first night, I slept peacefully. No nightmares and no dreams. At least, I'm very certain I didn't have dreams, but since it's said that we dream every night and the majority of us don't remember them I will go with that theory as well. Anyway, the second night, I had a vague dream that I remembered, but it seemed to be a repition of another with an odd spin, but that one I find slightly too...eerie to record. There was another, however, the night after that that I remembered - which was two night ago. It wasn't creepy, but it still unnerved me despite the fact I could remember it rather well.
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So, what happened in the dream? Two nights ago, before I went to bed, I asked a question to myself. The rosemary was supposed to help answer a question I had in y dream and I asked if I would see my guardian again. When I finally fell asleep, I dreamt:
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My dreamself was speaking with a man who didn't particularly like me very much and I was trying to find my guardian. He, however, wouldn't let me and we got into this heated environment. After a few moments, the other man laughed, but his eyes...it was so clear. He hated my guts and I knew he wasn't...he couldn't be my guardian. I've dreamt of my guardian several times before and this man looked nothing like him. When he started laughing, I felt several somethings crawl up my arms and over me and when my dreamself looked down, I saw these spideres crawling up on me. I started to shake and move trying to get the creatures off of me. I have this arachnaphobia, but to the extent that if I see a spider, I will step on it and kill it no matter what kind of spider it was. These spiders were hairy and black, almost like fuzzballs for bodies and these stick legs. They didn't look particularly friendly.
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By the time I did manage to get them off, I looked up and he wasn't there anymore. The guy my dreamself had been speaking to left and before I was able to do anything else...you guessed it...my mother walked in to wake me up. Aside from the spiders, I found it odd that in the dream itself was happening in broad daylight. The two of us were by this abandoned shoreline with the waves crashing and we were arguing...at least, I was arguing with him but he was laughing at me because of my very evident stupidity. I still can't remember a single word that was exchanged between the two of us...but I'm still trying. I'm certain I'll find something out and I think that when I do, I will feel a little better. In the meanwhile, I'm off for now. I shall update rather soon, actually. Until then!