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Friday, January 25, 2008

Dreams

Okay, my dream last night really freaked me out so I am putting this up for a couple of reasons. I have put a survey to the right of my page and am interested in knowing how many of you remember your dreams. This question applies to anyone who visits my page, not just the ones with blogger accounts, or the ones who always comment, please :) Steve doesn't remember his dreams ever, so he teasingly tells me I'm weird whenever I tell him my dreams, because they get so convoluted. But I know there are more people out there who remember them, and I'd be curious to know how many of you do? That would be the second part; making sure I don't feel quite so alone in my dream-remembering :) The third part would be any feedback if you know anything about dreams and their supposed meanings. So, here it goes:

In this dream, we were taking a family vacation to Disneyland (sound familiar to some of you?) but it didn't look like The Park, and it wasn't at all crowded. At one point, Madison and I were alone going along a canal that was supposed to have a ride in it (imagine the trench that It's a Small World goes along in) and Madison was swimming in it. I was walking along slowly next to her while she was swimming. Don't ask me why there weren't any boats in there. I walked ahead of her back to a building to get something, thinking quite confidently that she would be fine. By the time I got there, though, panic set in and I realized that there was no way she could swim for that long. I went racing back to where she was, taking a shortcut through someone's house. Even before I quite got to her, I could see that she had pulled herself out of the water, but was laying crumpled off to the side. I pulled her around so I could see her face and her eyes were much darker than they should have been, the thought pounding in my head that it was her pupils that were doing that because they were fixed and dialated. In the last several seconds of the dream, I was aware enough to know that it wasn't real and seeing her dead was enough to finally make me wake up. I don't usually have people die in my dreams, and it leaves such an awful feeling when you wake up, mixed with the relief that it's not real.

5 comments:

Michelle said...

Oh, that does sound like an awful way to wake up. I always seems to remember the wierd dreams, the ones that make no sense. Like alligators chomping at me on the trampoline or Mark leaving me for someone skinny. Very rarely do I remember the good happy ones. I find that when I have bad ones about the kids it helps to give them lots of hugs and cuddles, to reassure myself that they are fine, because some of my odd ones that I remember have actually happened. Little bits of them, a scene or two. So no, you are not alone. Hope the reast of your day is happier.

Stephanie said...

When I was younger I remember having a dream about my dad. At the end of the dream, it was like I was reading his journal on the day he died, and he was shot. I woke up sobbing. It still gives me shivers. I have yet to dream of one of my children dying, that must be awful! And to Michelle's comment, when I have a dream with Jeff in it, more often than not he's with someone else and I'm furious with him. Of course, that is so opposite of his character it's actually kind of funny.

Anonymous said...

Wow that is very scary. I too had a dream like that a few nights ago well not the same circumstances but the result was the same and I immediatly ran to check on Josilyn. We both remember out dreams though, Eddie always dreams about things he wants like a bulldog puppy or cars and fighting.

Rachel Holloway said...

Dreams are so incredibly powerful! I had a dream once (about 16 years ago) that there was a man outside my window who had a gun and was going to shoot me. It was so real that I got out of bed SO cautiously--like moving so slowly and even CRAWLING to my parents room so he wouldn't see me. Clearly it wasn't real, but it affected mso tremendously. I still remember it SO vividly. I am glad to wake up when I have those dreams...ahhh!

Karen said...

Dad remembers his dreams in vivid detail. Most of the time I don't remember my dreams. Aunt Annette has some experience in helping to sort dreams out...interpret if you will, but she needs to talk to you alot about it. Also she says sometimes it's not so much what you dream as it is the emotions you are having when you dream. You may want to talk to her.