Mr. Sandman, bring me some dreams
Whoa. When I go back to sleep after Ken leaves really early in the mornings (like today, when he left to have breakfast with his accountability partner), I should just get right out of bed and start my day. When I make that tempting decision to roll over and continue slumbering, the most bizarre dreams known to mankind show up at my subconscious's door.
People told me when I was pregnant that I needed to prepare myself for the strange and indecipherable dreams that I would encounter, supposedly due to the increased height of worry and concern for my baby, and partly due also to hormonal surges. My response to that was, "Whattaya mean? My dreams are ALWAYS freakish!"
Take, for instance, the recurring dream I had while in college of an escalator full of smileless people....I stood at the bottom for what seemed like hours and watched as these people disappeared into the clouds. This same dream revisited me about five or six times in a year's span.
Or what about the dream I had that I was sent home with two "loaner" babies after I'd had twins, since mine were still too small and needed to stay in the NICU for a while. The nurses expained that everyone in my situation can "check out" babies in order to keep them company at home until their own blessed bundles could leave the hospital's care. Huh??
Around the time I had my wisdom teeth extracted, I dreamed I was pinned into a dentist's chair and whirring instruments dangled from bungee cords, suspended from the brightly-painted ceiling above me. Clowns then proceeded to enter the room and try to work on my teeth. No way. Nu-uh. It was very hard for me to watch Stephen King's "It" after that one. Still can't watch it.
And last night's was also strange, which is why I thought to write on this today. Yet it was actually feasible, I suppose, in my far-off dream world or lofty goals. I dreamed that I strapped Gardner to my backpack and we set off with about 15 other people to mountain bike from here to Asheville. I biked through foot-high mud pits, over mountains (which looked more like the Alps than the Blue Ridge), through snowflakes that were as large as duck feathers, and rain that came at you sideways. We stopped at cabins of backwards mountain-folk (if you will) to use the restroom and top off our Nalgenes. The leader of the pack, no less, was my chemistry professor from AC. No idea where from where that was pulled.
I sincerely hope that other people are not labeling me as crazy and that some of you have dreams just as bizarre at times, if not more so. I know many of them are disturbing, or just plain indecipherable. But many are there, I think, just to help us to wake up laughing at ourselves. Ken can recount many mornings when I got very little sleep, and he was probably expecting me to wake up on the grumpy side of the bed. Yet I hit his knee with my hand and said between laughs, "Honey, you will NEVER guess what I dreamed last night." Then comes the usual phrase we're all familiar with, "What did you eat before you went to bed?"
Thank goodness for the expression of our subconscious through such hilarious means as dreams. Makes life even more fascinating, and anything but boring.
People told me when I was pregnant that I needed to prepare myself for the strange and indecipherable dreams that I would encounter, supposedly due to the increased height of worry and concern for my baby, and partly due also to hormonal surges. My response to that was, "Whattaya mean? My dreams are ALWAYS freakish!"
Take, for instance, the recurring dream I had while in college of an escalator full of smileless people....I stood at the bottom for what seemed like hours and watched as these people disappeared into the clouds. This same dream revisited me about five or six times in a year's span.
Or what about the dream I had that I was sent home with two "loaner" babies after I'd had twins, since mine were still too small and needed to stay in the NICU for a while. The nurses expained that everyone in my situation can "check out" babies in order to keep them company at home until their own blessed bundles could leave the hospital's care. Huh??
Around the time I had my wisdom teeth extracted, I dreamed I was pinned into a dentist's chair and whirring instruments dangled from bungee cords, suspended from the brightly-painted ceiling above me. Clowns then proceeded to enter the room and try to work on my teeth. No way. Nu-uh. It was very hard for me to watch Stephen King's "It" after that one. Still can't watch it.
And last night's was also strange, which is why I thought to write on this today. Yet it was actually feasible, I suppose, in my far-off dream world or lofty goals. I dreamed that I strapped Gardner to my backpack and we set off with about 15 other people to mountain bike from here to Asheville. I biked through foot-high mud pits, over mountains (which looked more like the Alps than the Blue Ridge), through snowflakes that were as large as duck feathers, and rain that came at you sideways. We stopped at cabins of backwards mountain-folk (if you will) to use the restroom and top off our Nalgenes. The leader of the pack, no less, was my chemistry professor from AC. No idea where from where that was pulled.
I sincerely hope that other people are not labeling me as crazy and that some of you have dreams just as bizarre at times, if not more so. I know many of them are disturbing, or just plain indecipherable. But many are there, I think, just to help us to wake up laughing at ourselves. Ken can recount many mornings when I got very little sleep, and he was probably expecting me to wake up on the grumpy side of the bed. Yet I hit his knee with my hand and said between laughs, "Honey, you will NEVER guess what I dreamed last night." Then comes the usual phrase we're all familiar with, "What did you eat before you went to bed?"
Thank goodness for the expression of our subconscious through such hilarious means as dreams. Makes life even more fascinating, and anything but boring.
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