I’ve been having some unusually vivid, slightly bizarre dreams lately. I am not pregnant. Now that I got that out of the way, let’s talk about my dreams.
Monday night I dreamt that I was with a friend of mine from college. As a bit of background, she and I have a very interesting connection. We can go years without seeing one another and months without talking to one another, but when one of us has a crisis, the other one just knows something isn’t right and calls to investigate. And both of us would be willing to hop on a plane at a moments notice should things go terribly, unmanageably awry. This has happened.
Back to the dream. So, Kace and I are together, somewhere, and I am showing her how my new haircut is short like hers and wondering if I can go three days without washing it, because I really don’t want to deal with washing it today. I’m also wondering why I’m back at college or why Kace is even there. She tells me no, I cannot go three days without washing my hair because my hair is too gross and greasy. Then I laugh, agree with her, and wash my hair. End of dream. I sent Kace a text about my dream, and she told me she was driving through Nevada on Monday. Well, then.
Last night’s dream was a little more of a nightmare. I dreamt that I was in a house with several other adults and my children. Three men and one woman enter the house and begin to take us hostage. It is never clear in my dream why or what they want. For some reason, our captors leave us unattended for a while. We run around the house locking the doors to keep them out. However, I did not consider the back door, which had been damaged in the initial break-in, rendering the lock useless. The captors come back in and laugh at our failed attempt to outsmart them. End of dream.
Now I need therapy. If dreams are the subconscious’ way of working out problems or worries, I’ve got some doosies I’m not even aware of. (read more about this here) I usually don’t dream often or in much detail, or remember much about my dreams. My theory is that my dreams are related to my feelings of worry and helplessness over the current crisis in Japan. I’m hoping I can figure out, maybe through my dreams, a way I can personally be of help to the people there. In the meantime, I’m both a little afraid and a little excited to fall asleep tonight.