Go to the bathroom
Check that my son is still breathing
Eat a snack
Read or play (well ok, I don’t play now, but did when I was a child)
I have a busy mind and don’t want to miss anything I think.
As a child I often had bad dreams that would wake me and leave me calling out to my mom. I don’t know what was so scary in them that would cause the waking and not being able to go back to sleep. Now I feel lucky to even dream and remember them. Except for last night.
I had the most vivid night terror I’ve ever experienced. My dream seemed familiar at first. It was dark, at night. I’d gone to my car in the garage to retrieve my wallet from the glove box. No big thing. Sitting in the driver’s seat, wallet in hand, suddenly there were hands reaching from behind me. A mess of hair and cloth and hands on which I could feel the skin. I started batting away that which was trying to envelope me but then I was in my bed still with hands, hair and cloth…I screamed loud and was screaming when I realized I was in my room. In a flash I turned on the bedside lamp. I jumped out of bed and went down the hall to check on my son (who had slept through my screams).
I made a pit stop in the bathroom and then climbed back into bed with the light still on. I was utterly shaken; disturbed. Eventually I fell back to sleep, but my mind was filled with the fright of the realness of my nightmare.
Driving my son to school this morning, I related my hellish dream and surprise that he hadn’t heard me. We talked about where dreams come from. He suggested dreams are just thoughts and events knitted together randomly from the day. I asked how that would account for dreams of unknown people and places. The man-child said that’s the brain wanting to travel. And what of nightmares? He wasn’t sure about that one and related a night terror of his own that he still remembers from when he was small. That’s where we ended our discussion, we had arrived at school.
Do dreams represent just a random puzzle of our day? Are our dreams a separate time continuum; a past life coming into the present? Are our dreams a foreshadowing of a future instant in time? Are they the same as nightmares only with a dark twist?
Where do you think dreams or nightmares come from? I’d love to hear from you.