Hello again, fellow bloggers!
As promised, I am going to delve into the dream world. The sleep kind, that is.
Now, I know there are people who do not remember their dreams at night. But I am one of those people who do remember my dreams, as they are quite vivid. I am going to start by listing my top three and some of my most prominent (and personal) and strange dreams, especially the recurring ones. So, here we go!
- When I was a tyke living in Washington, D.C. – from 1968 to 1972 – I pretty much had the same dream every night: I was being chased by the dresser drawer in the room. That’s right. You read that correctly. First of all, I didn’t exactly have my own room. My bedroom was the living room (which ironically ended up being the same thing when I moved to Wadesboro, N.C., to live with my grandparents and aunt. And I just now made that connection as I never thought about it! LOL). Anyway, that tiny apartment on Georgia Avenue in D.C. only had one bedroom, which was my parents’ bedroom. I slept in the living room, which also had a dresser drawer in the corner. Now, why would that bother me? It is because to me it had a rather grotesque-looking face! I mean the way the thing looked, it had eyes, a nose, and a mouth! And a second mouth or lip at the bottom! And legs! (I have a picture of it, too!! I must post it here!) I even named it “Drawer.” At night, this thing would come to life in my dreams. It would slowly sway back and forth and then inch closer to my bed (or my let-out couch that folded out into a bed). Inching closer. And closer. And CLOSER! Until it “got me.” What do I mean by “got me?” It would tickle my back, which was the strangest thing!! But it was pure torture! I absolutely hated it! When I would awake in the middle of the night, I would normally go into my parents’ bedroom and end up sleeping on the end of their bed. I was a strange kid. Sometimes, my parents would put me back in my bed. The next morning, I would go on and on and on to my mother about DRAWER! I think she told me once she was worried about me and considered getting me professional help!
- Oh and here is recurring/strange dream number two: Running away from home in Wadesboro (where I lived from 1972 to 1985. I left to go to Carolina in 1985 and would return for holidays and the summers). Now, I am not exactly sure when this dream started. I think it actually started AFTER I left there. Maybe it started in college or maybe later. But I don’t really recall dreaming that growing up there. I mean, maybe I did. But the scenario would go something like this: It was night. Sometimes my family – grandfather, grandmother, and aunt – were there. And sometimes not. Most times it started in the house, and then there is someone – or something – trying to get into the house. Or at least I think there is. Typically, I would end up leaving the house and either (a) go out the front door and go down the street, turn the corner to the left, down that street, which was Main, and go to the store where I used to stop off after school to play video games. (b) go out the front door and go up the street and turn the corner to the right and go down Catherine Lane and head towards Salisbury Street. (c) go out the back door and do sort of the same thing, but go through our backyard and go either to the left or to the right up or down that street, which basically all leads to the same streets — Salisbury Street. Why I would do that I have NO IDEA! And the dreams would be different with the exception of those details. Sometimes I am being chased by something or someone. Sometimes not. Sometimes it is dark. And sometimes it is actually broad daylight. Sometimes my family CHASES me out of the house! Sometimes not. There is something about that house …
- But the main, MAIN recurring dream is of me FLYING!!!! That is the other detail from number 2. Mostly, I am floating/flying up or down the streets in question. Regardless, I am flying in my dreams and as high as possible. And sometimes to get away from people chasing me or from uncomfortable situations. I have been known to fly so high in my dreams, it is like I’m on an airplane! LOL I actually love those dreams, even when it is super, super high!
Okay, well there you have it! The start of my dreams, dreams, dreams! And I will be back with MORE dreams! Take care! And keep dreaming! (borrowed from Sylvester Stallone’s keep punching quote – ha!) 🙂
