Dreams
January 28th, 2008 by Luke
I don’t remember my dreams very often. Up until just a few weeks ago, I could probably count the number of dreams I remembered on my two hands. It just doesn’t happen very often. The dreams I remembered were generally pretty cracked out versions of life too. For instance I once had a dream in the sixth grade that went like this:
I was having a party in my parents front yard and everyone from school was there (probably 30 or 40 kids). My older brother Jacob and my dad were walking through the crowd and sticking pins on all of my friends’ shirts, and the moment they did, my friends would turn evil. Soon enough, they were all evil and they started chasing me down the street. I kept tripping, but they still couldn’t catch me (like a bad horror flick). Finally, I got to the other end of the street and climbed up on a house. As I stood on the peak of the roof, they would charge up at me and I would tear their pin off and then toss them off the roof (tearing the pin off rendered them non-evil, so I am not really sure why I felt the need to be pushing them off the roof also). Finally it was just down to my brother and my dad and I made a break for it. There was a big greyhound bus parked on the street (which is strange because that kind of vehicle is never even driving down an out-of-the-way residential neighborhood street). I got into the greyhound bus, and it was full to the brim with logs cut into fire wood. I sat down into the driver seat, and then I noticed there was no ignition, but there was a gaping hole where my feet would go. I was going to have to run start the bus a la The Flintstones. I did and eventually pulled into a supermarket. At this point my brother comes riding up on his ten speed bike and reaches in the window and grabs the keys, turning the ignition (that wasn’t there before) off. I woke up.
Lately I have been remembering dreams a lot though. What worries me is that they are all relatively normal. Last night I had a dream that I couldn’t find my jacket which is where my cigarettes were, so that I could smoke. Two nights I ago I dreamed that two of my friends that hadn’t talked since the one moved away from the city, had finally talked. Last week I had a dream about a friend who moved to L.A. Now he was back in NYC and he had a hair cut and he was a total ladies’ man.
I don’t mind not remembering my dreams that often, but what the hell does it mean when you start having normal dreams and they are still dreams that stress you out? All of these dreams are causing an anxiety that persists well after I wake up. Any ideas?
