Thursday, April 14, 2011
Thursday, February 24, 2011
It often starts as a visit to a somewhat familiar house with several rooms, and sometimes several entrances. Sometimes it becomes a building with multiple condo units of varying floor plans. In the building a stairway leads to an upper floor where there is a long dark hallway with doors, supposedly rooms on either side of the hallway. One room has its door opened and across the room opposite the door is another stairway, a circular one, The stairway goes up several more flights and ends at a closed door. I knock on the door and it creaks open. There is a shadowy figure deep inside the dimly lit room. I become suddenly frightened, believing this to be the horrid, evil witch of my nightmares. I bolt from the room to descend the stairway and get out of that place, but suddenly chunks of the stairway disappear and I have to leap from landing to landing. I remember nothing after the leaping!
I still can’t figure out the dreams where I go from one toilet facility to another, sometimes from one building to another in search of an acceptable ‘head,” but there is something wrong with each one. Sometimes the toilet becomes a sink. Sometimes the privacy of the facility is suddenly compromised or it becomes so small that I cannot maneuver in the stall. I wake from these dreams in a panic, amazed that I have not wet my bed! Of course I make a beeline for the washroom!
Last night I had another dream wherein I was being driven frantic by the incessant, repetitive beep, beep, beeping of an alarm clock. I went from clock to clock in my dream, pushing on any button that normally makes the beeping stop. I even went to other people’s rooms and attacked their alarm clocks! In one dream a taunting teenager got in my face laughing and mocking me, saying “beep, beep’ beep” in an irritating falsetto. I nearly strangled her! I don’t know why my dreaming self can’t figure out that my real life alarm clock is the culprit!
Once in a while when I am dreaming, I seem to be vaguely conscious that I AM dreaming. On these rare occasions I seem to be able to “direct” my dream a bit. For instance, usually when I have “falling” dreams, I wake up with a start—because we all know that when you get to ground level in a fall, things are bound to hurt—and I like to avoid seeing my own catastrophe. But one night I decided to “will” myself to continue falling to see what would happen in the dream. What happened next was quite surprising. My “falling” became “floating.” I heard tinkly fairy music as my descent slowed. I looked above me and in the scenario noticed that I was drifting into a ravine topped by a forest. The “tinkly” music continued and I was “caught” before I reached the bottom—by a lion standing on its hind legs! The lion was not ferocious or scary, but, instead, very protective. I felt good when I woke up--very glad I hadn't killed myself in my sleep!