Dreams. Aren’t they weird, and aren’t they wonderful? And I’ve certainly had my share of both. Have you noticed how the weird ones normally happen in that strange, half asleep, time, particularly when you have woken from a deep sleep and then fall back asleep again, or in that time when you are drifting off and haven’t yet reached the real depth of slumber? That’s certainly the case for me.
The good thing is with most dreams is that you never remember them, at least not for long, and at least not with any real sense of clarity, usually forgetting them the moment you wake up.
Then there are the dreams that whilst you are dreaming, you know you are dreaming yet the dream seems so real it feels like real life, as though it is actually happening. The times I’ve woken up and felt an utter sense of relief that I’m awake and it was only a dream after all. Have you had ones like that? And then there are the dreams that make you wake up, the ones where your leg twitches, and jolts you awake. Or, as I do, I kick out, thinking I’m tripping off a kerb and falling over something. Some people have dreams that give the sensation they are falling, down and down in an uncontrolled spiral – I’ve never had one of those. And if ever I am dreaming and in it I must go to the bathroom, that’s a sure-fire signal for me to wake up and go to the bathroom; nature telling me I need to wake up and spend a penny. Ignore that dream at my peril!
And what about the recurring dream? I used to have two of those. One, the apparently common one, of your teeth crumbling and falling out. Have you had that? The so-say dream experts claim is a sign of stress, which I can go along with as since I’ve had to give up the 9 to 5 day job, I’ve not had that one again. The other I experience regularly. In it, I am walking around a house, one I am about to purchase or have just bought, with a fabulous kitchen and garden yet, in every case, there is no staircase to upstairs. The bedrooms can only be reached by climbing up the walls or getting into awkward corners and positions and levering myself through a hole, like a loft hatch. I’ve often wondered what the experts would make of that one.
Have you ever had a dream about someone you haven’t seen or heard of for ages and then suddenly, the next day, you bump into them, or get a phone call from them or a letter? How does that happen? How does your mind know?
There is one dream that I had many years ago when I was still at home. I was about fourteen or fifteen and I remember it so well to this day, enough to make me wince and shudder at the memory. In it, I was walking home in the dark and I was being followed. As I walked down a dim path to my house I was attacked from behind and stabbed in the back with a knife. Believe me, I can still feel that blade as it dug into my back. Yet why I should dream such a thing, I have no idea. Whether it was a message about self-preservation or I had been watching a film or TV programme in which something similar happened, I can’t remember and certainly couldn’t recall at the time.
No, the mind is a weird and wonderful machine that at times I do wish would switch off. At least I’m not prone to nightmares; that must be horrible. I’m hoping I’ll have sweet, pleasant dreams tonight, and hope you do too.