Thursday, May 6, 2010
Why I dream
I have no idea why I dream like I do. Every night, without fail I dream. I almost always remember most of my dreams when I first wake up. A lot of them I can remember that same morning but they seem to fade as the day goes on. But some are just downright memorable.
Last night I had a series of dreams all of them with the same theme. I could not get anything accomplished at all. We were on vacation and packing to come back home and it was like we had taken everything we owned with us....including the horse. I swear that is true. She got tired of waiting for us to finish our never ending packing and bit me HARD. I had on the most uncomfortable clothes, especially my bra. I felt like I was being squeezed to death at times. Plus I had to pee and the only toilet where we were staying had already been removed, whatever that means. It made sense in the dream.
I guess we eventually got home, I don't know. You know how dreams are. The next dream was about myself and a co-worker going to visit a warehouse that our company might be renting for a while. It was close to our current facility and was owned by an old woman who kept telling us that the warehouse came with 3 bedrooms and wondered if we could afford it. Then we couldn't find our vehicle to get back to work.
There was more but I have already forgotten them. The dreams all indicate, at least to me, the feeling of being out of control. Of not being able to control what normally would be fairly easy. Considering what is going on in my family now I am not surprised to have dreams like this. My brother in law is in the hospital and we are having some problems with him. We don't know what to do, thus these type of dreams.
I have always been this way. From a very small child I had a recurring dream about the abominable snowman from the movie "Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer" pictured above. My friends and I would be in our woods playing and the abominable snowman would start chasing all of us but really he only wanted me. I had the same dream over and over again for several years. Or that is what I remember. I remember starting to have bizarre dreams again when I was in my early 20's and have had them ever since. When I tell someone who doesn't know me very well about my dreams they usually ask me what I ate before going to bed. The answer is always nothing. I rarely eat before I go to bed. I guess it is just something I will have to learn to get used to. Well, I am already used to them but I get so tired of it.
When I woke up this morning I felt like I had not slept all night although I know that I did get plenty of sleep. I just didn't get much rest. Big big difference. I hear some people say that never remember their dreams and how they wish they could. I am just the opposite. I would like just a week's worth of not remembering my dreams.
I have often thought of writing the dreams down every morning into a journal but have never done so. When I was a teenager I kept a journal with me at all times. I wrote some very bizarre things in it at that time. I was going through a lot of "firsts" and eventually ended up burning the journal when I was 19.
When Pam was still blogging she would occasionally mention her dreams and it made me feel that I was not the only one having to deal with this on a nightly basis. I still know I am not alone but it was nice to hear about someone else's weird or bizarre dreams.
Oh I'll live of course. I just wish I could be a little less complicated in my brain when I am sleeping. I don't think that's too much to ask for do you?