When I was in high school my best friend researched dreams and what they mean for a speech she gave. I don’t remember the specifics but I remember thinking that something must seriously be wrong with me because of the dreams I experience.
I dream a lot. Now, before you say it, I know that we all supposedly dream every night, yeah yeah. But I remember my dreams almost every night. They are so real to me that sometimes I have trouble remembering if something happened in real life, or just in a dream. And when I’m in a dream I never think to myself, I must be dreaming. Instead, I just go on running through glue with my crab hands chasing the man who stole my teeth.
There have been mornings when Tim wakes up to see me glaring at him. I tell him, “I’m really angry with you and I’m trying to remember why. You were a jerk to me in my dream, I think.”
“Let me know when you figure it out,” he says, patting my head and going back to sleep.
And my scary dreams. *shudder* You don’t even want to know. They are psychological nightmares. I won’t tell you about them because some things shouldn’t be written down. I will tell you about the latest one I had though. The details don’t matter but the main point is that I ended up having to perform CPR on both my boys. One made it and the other wasn’t coming back and I woke up before I could find out if he was going to live.
I immediately ran downstairs to make sure both of them were in their beds, still sleeping. I checked their breathing, prayed over them, and went back to bed. I wanted so badly to get back into the dream so I could save my son because I knew that if I didn’t have some sort of conclusion to the whole thing I would be haunted by the dream for days. And I was.
I have recurring dreams too. I think we all do, it’s just a matter of whether we remember them or not. One is the classic dream where I’m trying so hard to run and my legs won’t move fast, like they’re stuck in tar or filled with cement. It’s really important that I run somewhere but I can’t.
Another involves finding money on the ground. Fun, right? Except that the more coins I pick up the more appear everywhere around me. And I can’t pick them up fast enough.
The third recurring dream takes a couple forms. Either I’m on stage in a play or I’m being forced to play the piano for an event. If I’m on stage I forgot to learn all my lines and I’m making them up on the spot. If I’m at the piano, I’m there because no one would believe me when I told them I can’t play the piano, and I’m just mashing the keys hoping it sort of sounds like music.
Go ahead and analyze those, I’ll wait.
Now, I had a point to all this, but I can’t quite remember what it was. I wrote this post in my head last night in bed, but I’m starting to wonder if I was actually awake or not…
All I know is, I definitely need to STOP eating weird things before bed, because weird things happen in my head when I do.
Do you have weird dreams? Recurring dreams? Tell me about it.