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Over the weekend we performed (for the 4th time) at a glass making museum
in southern NJ. We didn’t get back until after midnight, but I still had
trouble getting to sleep.
I kept waking up with strange dreams. They were less coherent than my
normal dreams, really just a bunch of images. But, I found them very
disturbing.

The first one was when I woke up about 2:30 in the morning. I dreamed that
there were creatures made of colored glass that got inside animals and
grew. As the glass grew it killed the animal, but the glass creature kept
growing inside and therefore had a covering of fur over it.
In the dream I was in the glass museum and saw one on the wall. I thought
it was a very strange exhibit as it looked like a squirrel with glass
coming out of it, then it leapt off the wall towards my face.

The second dream started in my parent’s basement. (I am sure I have not
been in my for almost 20 years. I haven’t been in the house at all in the
11 years since my father died…)
As with the show over the weekend, there were champions of the north,
south, east and west. But, they were made of glass and standing in a
circle of light in the basement.
I walked forward to look at them. They were only vaguely in the shape of
people as they were made of large flat planes of glass. The arms and legs
were triangles wide where they met the body and tapering to points. Each
of the champions was made of a different color of glass: red, yellow, green
and blue. (Similar to the show this weekend which had red, green, blue and
white.)
As I was looking at them, they started to move. I knew instantly that they
were not friendly and were coming after me.
I ran to the stairs and started to run up them. Then, I felt something
catch my shirt and pull me backwards.
I grabbed the banister and hauled myself up the stairs. I didn’t look back
because I knew if I saw how close they were it would bother me a lot.
The shirt stretched out behind me as we each pulled different ways. Then
it tore with a snap and I shot forward onto the rug of my parent’s dining
room. I slammed the basement door and started to run for the front door.

I do not have the faintest clue what triggered these dreams. Both had me
wake up with my heart pounding. For the first it took me a while to get
back to sleep. The second was only 10 minutes before my alarm and I didn’t
even bother.
My wife and I did tour the glass store/exhibit at the museum yesterday
afternoon. They did have some strange things made of glass. But, nothing
like glass bursting out of dead animals, or people made of glass.
And, the job went well and I was pretty happy about it. So, I don’t have
bad feelings towards the place or anything like that.
So, the cause is unknown.