Not to be confused with the song. Or the computer program thingy.
I dream a lot. I dream every night and they are always epic. I dream in color and there are lots of emotions. It’s like watching a movie.
But sometimes my dreams scare the crap out of me. They are so very real that I still feel whatever emotion I had upon waking the rest of the day.
Once, in the wee hours of being married to Lance, I dreamed we were in the Caribbean and were on one of those party sailboats. Lance kept ignoring me and went to dance with some hoochy momma in a bikini. And I cried. I cried in my dream and in real life. Lance, who was still watching me sleep with adoring stares back then, says that he watched my sleeping face turn into ugly crying face and woke me up. And I was mad at him the rest of the day.
Last night’s dream wasn’t so bad. I dreamed I was visiting North Carolina and seeing everyone I missed. I dreamed about how their homes had changed, what cars they might be driving now and about what their kids looked like. I dreamed vividly about visiting my friend Casey and holding her newly adopted girl, Zoe. And in my dream I fell in love with Zoe. In my dream she was so tiny it was like holding a Barbie doll. In my dream I was a fantastic seamstress and I made a little doll with perfect yarn hair. Actually, a large portion of the dream was about how to make perfect yarn hair. It was a good dream.
But mostly, my dreams are nightmares. Someone I love dies, someone is in a car accident, something tragic happens. I think this is because my bizarre mind is preparing me for the absolute worst.
Once, I dreamed that my oldest daughter Emma was standing over my bed with a knife and was demon possessed and was trying to kill me.
Once, I dreamed that the house was on fire and Lance and my two kids were unconscious and I only had time to save one. The scenario kept changing because I didn’t know who I should save.
Once I dreamed that a man broke into my house and killed Lance and me but left the girls alive but they were babies at the time and didn’t know how to use a phone to call for help. They sat around with our dead bodies until someone knocked on the door.
It’s terrible. I’m freaking you out right now, aren’t I? I’d much rather dream of flying or living in the ocean or winning the lottery. Normal dream stuff. I’ve never had those OMG-I’m-nekkid-as-a-jaybird-and-everyone-is-looking-at-me. Nope, my dreams are getting phone calls from the State Patrol saying Lance has been in a car accident and now I’ve got to be a single parent.
The weird thing is, I am not a “worrier”. I don’t sit around, biting my nails and sweating bullets thinking of bad stuff. I’m actually pretty stable. (Shut up, yes I am.)
So my question is, what are some of the worst dreams you’ve had?