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.

I saw a dead body

Yesterday while I was waiting for my son to be released from school, I was watching the snow skitter across the landscape blown by the arctic wind. It was freezing which was part of the reason that I had gone to pick him up but it is also our time to spend together and I can find out what he has learned during the day on our brief ride home.  For once we are home there are much better things to do rather than talk to mom.

My eyes flowed over the landscape and came to rest on the swing set. I cocked my head to the left and stared. What on earth was that? I than cocked my head to the right and squinted unsure that what my brain was processing was actually true. For if it was the children were about to have the shock of their lives upon exiting the school. A weekend ruined and why?

It looked at though a body wrapped in an orange garbage bag had settled onto the swing. And was swinging slowly back and forth. My first thought was not for the children but wondering how the body was attached to the swing so that it did not fall off. Than I thought this is going to really suck for the first kid that sees it. I will admit that there was a small frission of alarm that I was not more shocked by the sudden appearance of a body in my child’s school yard.

I continued to wonder, really wonder how the body was staying on the swaying swing when I noticed a mother crossing the yard. She was bundled up against the cold, trudging along, her hajib wrapped around her. She wore a long dark black coat and sturdy winter boots. Such a contrast in cultures. And she walked right by the body on the swing without even giving it a second look so I did. Only to realize that it was an actual swing. Not a body.

I probably sound a lot crazy but I often see things in a different way. I have seen many a thing that does not exist. I believe it is because I am imaginative and everything I see has the potential to become a story. Does this? I am not sure. But I am unable to get the stark image of the blowing snow, the swing swaying back and forth and trying to figure out how one would attach the body to the swing so it will not fall off. My other is who would actually put a body in a schoolyard thus traumatizing all the children? What sick thrill would be gotten from this.

I will continue to think about it. I do believe there is something there however my fear is I have never written a mystery and I do not know where to start. I don’t know how to write mysteries but maybe it is not a mystery? I am confounded and will continue to ponder this sudden dilemma.