My Criminal Minds Bad Guy in the Yard dream

This dream starts off in a beautiful house, with a lovely front porch, big kitchen, living room, fireplace….you name it, it’s got it.  I am there with my family, and my bodyguard/boyfriend (or are we married?) Detective Hotch from Criminal Minds BAU unit.  Oh, and kids…there’s lots of kids in the house.

Suddenly, a news report comes on my lovely flat screen tv built into the wall of my kitchen.  There is an APB out for a man who kidnapped and killed an older couple and stole their camper.  He is suspected of being in our area and is armed and dangerous.

2 of the kids had just left to run across the block to go to a neighbors, so naturally when we saw this, I decided I needed to go get them.  On the way, I hear a muffled voice crying, and look to my right, and the suspect has one of the girls on the grass, his hand over her mouth.  He’s telling her to be quiet and he does not like to hurt children.  I yell to him “Hey, asshole!  You want someone?  Come and get me!”  So, he does, and he’s got a knife.  Well, it’s actually more like a sickle, since it’s a curved blade.  With it held to my head, and his arm firmly around my neck and shoulder area, we move to my porch and the front door.

He yells for Hotch….”Hotch…I got your wife!  You come to the front door, or I will cut her face up!”  Hotch tries talking through the intercom system first, but to no avail.  Finally he comes to the door, and ends up trying to take a shot, but the bullet would not penetrate the glass on the door.  (Damn bullet proof glass!)  We continue to stand outside the door, the sickle to my head.  Whatever he wants, he won’t let me go until he gets it.

I remember him telling the girl he doesn’t like to hurt children, so I use that to my advantage.  “You cannot hurt me, or kill me.”  I said.  “I have all these children to take care of.  There are 10 of them in there depending on me, the youngest of which is 1 year old.  If you hurt me, you will be hurting them.  Do you really want to hurt those 10 children?”  I kept driving that into his head.  Finally he said he would let me go, if he could get some food…he wanted supplies of what he called mood food.  He needed to feed his mood, and he needed to get out of there, so he wanted to be completely ignored, so he could go off in the camper and find more old people to kidnap and kill.

Just as I was prepared to enter the house, I hear a thud behind me.  He had been shot with a slingshot that another kid had, and  felled by a big rock to his back.  He was then hauled away by the BAU.

Inside, I got a card from Hotch, with 2 tickets to the mountains.  I saved a bunch of people that day, and I take care of all these kids so we were going away for a weekend.

Oh, life is good when you are married to Detective Hotchner.

Yes, I had cheese before I went to bed last night.

 

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My dream about my dad.

My dream started at the house we all grew up in (aka 548), and all of us kids were standing in the kitchen. The house was pretty much torn up, so I am guessing it was in it’s pre-tearing down stage after Walgreens purchased it.  I had just finished reattaching the old brown and white paneling on the kitchen walls.  My brother Will said “Nice job, I like what you did.”  Then, we started talking about Dad, who had been in the hospital, something to do with his hip.  Upon discharge he would be going back to the little red house behind the old dairy queen.  (The house the folks bought when Walgreens took over 548.)  We were all worried about who would take care of him, since I don’t live basically down the avenue from that house anymore.

We decided it was time to leave 548 and come up with a plan.  After walking outside, we turned around to find the back porch was completely gone and the kitchen door was boarded up.  A car then pulls in the driveway and it is my niece, her fiance, my nephew and his wife, their mother and her hubby.  When my niece’s fiance gets out of the car, all these papers blow out into the alley at 548.  “What the heck is that?” we all asked. To which my niece replies “They are all car insurance cards….he saves every one of them!  Uggghhh.”

We all get in our respective vehicles and drive to the little red house.  While there, we are talking to someone about whether or not dad will need care after he gets home.  In the shadows of the kitchen we see someone in a hat with his back to us.  At first I think it’s my brother Will.  He turns around and it’s our Dad!  He looks great, wearing his old light colored 10 gallon hat, a white shirt, black cowboy tie, black pants and his black cowboy boots.  He walks over, standing straight, not limping anymore.  I looked at him and said “Daddy!  What are you doing here already?  We were so worried…I thought you were dying.”  He gave me a big old hug and said “I’m here to tell you I’m ok and so is your mom.  Everything is going to be fine.  You don’t have to worry so much anymore.”  In the middle of the hug, I woke up.  It felt so real, I was looking around for him. My dad passed away in 2007.