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Even Steven and I were running in a race, and we were nearly to the finish line when the storm sirens started going off. We followed the instructions of the race officials and ran towards a large shelter house to take cover – along with 200 other runners.

When we got into the building, something seemed weird to me.

Really weird.

The woman in charge was a little too cheery. A little too eager for everyone to follow her instructions.

But everyone did.

Everyone just filed right into the room that she told them to go into – and they sat down in theater-style chairs.

“This seems really weird,” I said to Even Steven.

“You’re fine.” he said.

But I wasn’t fine. And the entire situation wasn’t fine.

I paced back and forth in the room, trying to put my finger on what was bothering me. The cheery woman wasn’t pleased with my behavior, but despite several attempts by her to calm me down, I refused to take a seat.

Then it hit me. They were going to kill us.

All of us.

Just as I realized this, I turned and saw my parents on the other side of a glass wall. I ran forward and put my hand up to the wall. My mom put hers up on the other side of the glass wall.

“Mom – they’re going to kill us.” I cried.

“I know,” she said. “I love you!”

I turned back as Even Steven was grabbing my hand and telling me it was time to go. We were among the last group to leave the building and walk towards our death.

But I couldn’t give up. I let go of Even Steven’s hand, and I managed to run out a side door – leaving Even Steven behind.

I ran outside, and was able to quickly hop into a taxi – even though we appeared to be in the country. It was dark, and I kept my head down in the backseat so that no one would see me.

“How did you escape?” asked the Taxi driver.

“I’m not sure,” I said.

“You don’t have much time,” he said. And he proceeded to tell me everything I would need to know.

“The cheery woman is one of the “Monks.” Luckily, when they’re in their human form, they can’t communicate with each other telephathically. But when they’re in their “Monk” form – they look like large gorillas – and they can communicate with their thoughts.”

“It won’t be long until they’re looking for you.”

I began to panic as the Taxi driver handed me a duffel bag full of everything I would need in order to escape. Needle and thread, a man’s tie, hair dye and some paperclips.

Just then, we passed a terrible car accident on the side of the road. I could tell immediately that most of the passengers had been killed – but there were my parents lying in the field. Their bodies looked mangled, but I could tell that they were alive.

The Taxi driver stopped the cab, and jumped out. Out of the darkness, I could see the gorilla “Monks” walking around. I was crying at the loss of my parents – and shaking out of fear of being seen by the Monks.

I watched as the Taxi driver started pointing to my parents and talking to the Monks.

“Fix them,” he said. “But don’t erase their memories. Just fix their bodies. Don’t ask my any questions. Just hurry up.”

The Monks fixed my parents, and they quickly ran to the car and jumped into the backseat with me. We cried and embraced.

The Taxi driver drove us to my house – and told us we didn’t have much time to escape.

“There are only two places that you will be safe,” he said. “Cancun, Mexico – or a special star-shaped rock in Denver. You must go to one of those places immediately before they start looking for you.”

We ran into my house and woke up Even Steven’s mom. She was concerned that we never came back from the race and felt like something was probably wrong. It took some time to convince her of our story, but she quickly came on board and began packing a small bag for each of my three children.

I called Even Steven’s brother and told him and his wife to come to our house immediately with their two kids. They were reluctant to wake their kids in the middle of the night, but we were insistent.

At that point, I decided that I needed to go back and look for Even Steven before I got on a plane to escape. So when Even Steven’s brother arrived, we created a plan.

Even Steven’s brother was most familiar with Denver, so we decided he would take our kids, the grandmothers and his wife directly to an airport to catch the first plane to Denver. From there, they would hike to the star-shaped rock for safety.

My dad and I decided to go looking for Even Steven – but first we had to dye our hair and come up with a plan…

And THAT – my friends – is the dream that I had on Monday night.

And THIS is the face that Even Steven made when I told him about it.

Even Steven

We both had several theories as to what it all meant. But I decided to turn this one over to you:

What do you think this dream means?

And – on another note – does your husband also act annoyed when you try to tell him your very vivid, wacky dreams?

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  1. Dona

    November 14, 2013 at 6:51 am

    Hmmm…..very detailed. But I’m pretty sure I know what it means. It’s showing that……….you should write a book!!! Follow the signs, girl! Dona

  2. judy

    November 14, 2013 at 7:18 am

    Obviously it confirms my long held belief that the gorilla house at the zoo is someplace I don’t want to visit. lol

  3. Andrea T

    November 14, 2013 at 7:19 am

    I have no idea what it could mean, except perhaps that you need a vacation! I have been known to have many vivid and crazy dreams. My husband will let me tell him my dreams, but usually responds with a look that says I am crazy.

  4. Apryl

    November 14, 2013 at 7:21 am

    It means you should stop eating spicy food so close to bedtime, lol

  5. Lisa R. Petty

    November 14, 2013 at 7:43 am

    I think it means you have a fabulous book idea, which will be turned into a great movie. Start writing!

  6. Mom

    November 14, 2013 at 7:44 am

    I know EXACTLY what it means! It means you need a break – I agree with Andrea T. So get yourself on a plane and get down here and help me paint your brother’s house!!!! Even Steven would no doubt be delighted not to have to listen to another one of those dream stories for awhile. ( I remember when you were little and wanted to tell me in great detail . yawn…..)
    And your brother needs help. You know where I am. Get down here.
    Bring a paint brush.
    And forget about those dreams….weird , really weird…..
    love you!

  7. They Call Me Mummy

    November 14, 2013 at 7:45 am

    Lessons to take seas from this, IMHO:
    1) always – and I mean ALWAYS – cross the finish line. Or don’t race. In fact, just buy donuts and watch the race on TV.
    2) overly cheerful people are not to be trusted.
    3) stay away from gorillas. Especially ones in brown robes, doing Gregorian chants.
    4) unless they are in gorilla suits, Monks cannot in fact, communicate telepathically.
    5) when in a crisis, dying one’s hair is always a go-to solution and is highly recommended.
    6) Paperclips are massively underrated.
    7) all husbands are unappreciative of detailed dream-recounting.
    8) get yourself an agent, lady. You have a book to write.

  8. John Woodard

    November 14, 2013 at 8:19 am

    It means you shouldn’t eat Chili after 9:00pm

  9. A Pleasant House

    November 14, 2013 at 10:54 am

    The first thing that comes to mind is Veterans Day and maybe you’ve been thinking about the Holocaust? That’s what I thought of as I read it.

  10. Frugalistablog

    November 14, 2013 at 11:31 am

    It means that if you read the Host and watch Under The Dome before bed, you will have wacky dreams.

  11. Amy

    November 14, 2013 at 12:21 pm

    A different version of the books from the divergent series, or the legend series, or maybe you are really excited about the new hunger games movie

  12. Shirley

    November 14, 2013 at 2:08 pm

    I swear, I had the EXACT. SAME. DREAM! Except the Monks were called Chippies, and instead of a Taxi driver I had a jet pilot who was incredibly handsome. We hooked up and flew to Cancun together… I didn’t really know what to do with Even Steven and his family though. Your mom is really nice though. She tried to feed me and Mark (that’s what I named the pilot. He said I could) Crisco straight out of the can. That was good stuff…

  13. Shirley

    November 14, 2013 at 2:09 pm

    I do like the Hunger Games theory… it seems quite plausible.

  14. Lori Wescott

    November 14, 2013 at 2:21 pm

    Brantley refuses to listen to my dreams. He says that he has to listen to the ridiculous things I say in my sleep and that should be enough.
    But, seriously THAT was a crazy dream you had.
    Don’t even think my therapist could decode that one.

  15. Earthmama

    November 14, 2013 at 2:32 pm

    It means that we all, as Americans, need to come up with a plan to STOP OUR GOVERNMENT FROM CONTROLLING US AND TAKING OUR MONEY….I know this, because i recently had a similar dream-but mine was much more intense.

  16. Marci

    November 14, 2013 at 8:48 pm

    You should never go running!!! It is obviously too dangerous!

  17. Susan

    November 14, 2013 at 10:30 pm

    I am so impressed and so incredibly jealous that you got enough minutes of sleep in a row to actually achieve REM and have such a long dream. I need to take whatever your taking…

  18. Vicky

    November 15, 2013 at 12:40 am

    I think it means no one should run in races. Ever. It’s just stupid. I mean unless the Monk/Gorillas were chasing you first, you never should have been running. Trust me, I’m a professional. I know these things.

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  20. Carrie

    November 15, 2013 at 9:47 am

    You’re not pregnant again, are you Anna? 😉 That is one detailed, intense dream! I started to think you were in a short-story writing contest and this was the entry…very thrilling by the way!

  21. Ashlee

    November 15, 2013 at 11:47 am

    I think your dream is trying to tell you to never workout again in your life.

  22. Sparkling74

    November 15, 2013 at 7:18 pm

    I think it means that since I have eupqually outrageous dreams, we need to put our dreams together and start writing movie scripts.s. Seriously. No one ever wants to hear about my dreams either but if we made them I to movies, then everyone would want to see them!

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