Dreams can be so Weird

I use to have wicked dreams.

Ones that I would remember in detail and tell others about.

I miss those.

I had one where I dreamt it a couple of times.

Not only was I aware of this in my subconscious I was aware of this consciously as well.

As I was making decisions in the dream where I actually said ‘no we have to go this way a plane is coming down on the field’.

 

Another was a witch chasing me for my ex.

She can have him now.

 

Third one that still is lingering around was a fever dream from when I had the flu in July 17.

I was being chased by shadows and had grabbed one on my curtain rods to act as a spear.

As I was twirling it over my head (in the most elegant way for someone who would have clunked herself in the head) I realized they were not hunting me but my ex.

So I stepped aside thinking ‘what the hell am I scared for? It’s not me they are after’.

 

Today’s though takes the cake. (Pun unintended but it works)

I was hired to decorate a cake for a child who had been born 3 days before.

I had to melt the cream cheese which turned into chocolate chips.

I did not know how to use the stove which seemed fancy to me. (I was peering at it trying to read the dials)

There were two dogs one of which was Nero.

The child was bundled in blankets in an old wooden sleigh and I had to pull Nero away from climbing up and jumping on the child.

The child rolls out of the blanket has a thick head of hair and jumps out of the nest of blankets. Next I know I feel biting pain in my hand and this child is chewing on it.

My hand!

I said oh you must be (name)-I said the name in my dream but cannot remember now what it was- I am here to decorate your cake.

May I please have my hand back.

And this child that was three days old was head high to shoulder a little shorter.

Then the mom comes home asks why I have not finished cake?

I didn’t make little poofs on balloons.

I squeeze the icing bag and a big blurt of cake and purple splat out onto the cake.

About this time I realize I am not wearing my glasses and can in fact not see. (Remember the problems with the stove?)

Wandering around and I discover my mom is there with some of her friends and no one could help me find my glasses.

 

It ended shortly after that and I wish I could remember how.

 

I have to laugh because there are so many crazy aspects to my dreams when I do have them.

Ghost.

Assassin Shadows.

Weird ass child.

And once a long time ago a book and a witch.

Maybe I should take all their stories mash ’em together and see what I come up with.

 

©June 22/21

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Dreams

I do know that not a lot of people remember their dreams. And I admit that my own dreams are often vague and odd. However there have been a few times where I have had dreams that I remember years later.

First time: I was like nineteen and dreaming about Hawkeye and BJ from M.A.S.H.  I was nineteen in 1991, M.A.S.H. had been off the air for nine years. It was not even as though I was watching reruns as I was sharing an apartment downtown on Hargrave St. with two roommates. We did not even have a television. (Total story for another time) And that dream segued into a dream about my first love at the age of fourteen.

Second time: I had an amazing dream. It had to do with witches, a magic spell book, terror and every time I woke up, I fell right back into the dream when I fell back to sleep. Ogres appeared and Kings and Mages. When I awoke to get ready for work, I was pumped. I had dreamed the entire book. Within fifteen minutes it was gone. Devastated I was. When is anyone ever going to dream a dream like that??????

Third time: Last July. I was brutally sick. I staggered into work at 5:30 a.m. and begged the poor girl who I was training to please work for me. I had my head on the table falling back asleep as she was asking me questions. Summer and here I was wearing a sweater and a jacket. Next day she asked if she could step down. I was horrified but oh man was I ever sick.

I came home and between 6:15 a.m. when I crawled back into bed and until around 4:30 a.m. the next Saturday, I slept the sleep of the ill and dead. M brought me Tylenol, I crawled up the stairs and opened the door, she covered her mouth, dropped the tablets into my hand and ordered me back to bed. There were no dreams.

Until 4:30 a.m. (I actually woke myself up screaming) I had been reading a book in which Shadows played a huge part. No longer remember the book. Also to set the scene, I have had several dreams in which all the light bulbs are blown. No matter which lights I tried, every single one was burned out and there was not a bulb to be found anywhere. (If anyone knows what it means that all lights have burned out with no replacements please let me know. I looked it up on-line and there is no explanation.) I am in a castle. The sky is black, sharp slashes of lightening spearing the air, giving just enough light. Wicked winds blow through, my hair and cloak blinding me. My fingers find a switch and flick it. Nothing. Another slash of lightening. And I realize I am being followed.

For within the darkness shadows lurk. I have a staff. When I swing out the staff passes through the shadow and it dissipated. So while this inspired me and I swung this way and that, more shadows crowded in. And there was no damn light bulb to be found. At all, anywhere. Than I made a startling discovery. First one was that the staff I thought I was carrying, turned out to be my curtain rod from the living room. The second realization (there was still a lot of animosity at this time) was that the shadows actually were not attacking me. They were after my ex. Who it turns out was also in my dream. The castle was dilapidated.  Every shard of lightening showed me that. And I still could not find a damn light.

Let us now fast forward approximately ten months. Within the last two weeks, I have begun to dream. Nothing substantial, nothing that I even remember. During the day a small flash may come to me but not enough to piece the dream together.  And than this morning. I awoke at 6 a.m. and it was close to 7 before I fell back to sleep. But when I did, I had a dream. A dream about all the damn light bulbs being burned out.

While a great part of me is excited that I am finally dreaming/remembering my dreams again, there is a part that is scared. Once, my dreams were full of me loosing my teeth. Horrible dreams those were. They have since been replaced by dreams of no light anywhere, and I have to admit, that scares me more than my lips sinking in as my teeth fall out.