Thursday, March 1, 2012

Dream, Dream, Dream

I have been known to have some crazy dreams. Most of the time I remember them in vivid detail but lately I have been forgetting them as soon as I wake up. I have read that if you keep a dream journal next to your bed and write in it as soon as you wake up that you will remember your dreams better. I have done this several times. In fact, I love going back and looking at some of those crazy dreams and looking up the meanings of the things I encountered in my subconscious.

A while ago I had a dream that I was sitting on an indoor beach watching Robert Pattinson film a movie. While I do like Twilight, I am not particularly a Robert Pattinson fan so sitting around watching him is not really my idea of fun. Anyway, as I am leaving the movie set I run into Chucky. You know, the demonic, walking, talking, I will gut you like a fish for fun, psycho doll from Child's Play. I actually used to love those movies when I was younger. I remember seeing one of them in theaters but as I got older and they came out with My Buddy (which was eerily similar to Chucky), I started to develop a fear of him. I couldn't look at My Buddy without freaking out and my siblings and cousins took full advantage of that. They tortured me with that stupid doll and thus setting the fear in me for years to come. If I ever saw the movie box at the store, I would jump or scream or cover my eyes in a panic. And no doubt, that night, I would have a dream about him trying to kill me. I would wake in a panic and not be able to get back to sleep. That all changed with this dream with Robert Pattinson and Chucky. I am not quite sure what was going on in the dream but I remember I was running through a city trying to save my kids. I did not want Chucky to find them. As I was rounding a corner I came face to face with the demon doll. He attacked me but this time I did not wake up in a panic... this time I grabbed that little doll and I kicked the shit out of him. I beat him until there was nothing left to beat. I tackled my fear, literally. Ever since then I have not been nearly as terrified of that face. If I see the movie box in the store, I look away. I mean, let's face it, the doll is ugly. But it does not prompt nightmares and I am so glad for that cause nightmares suck... especially when the Army makes you sleep alone so often.

So yeah, I have some crazy dreams. And two nights ago was no different. What I remember only comes in spurts but if I start telling you about it I will probably start remembering more. Usually as I am telling John about the crazy things my mind comes up with while I am sleeping I start saying things like, "Oh, and before that." and "I almost forgot, but..." So what do you think it means when you are standing on the stairs and a 600lb bull comes running down the stairs and squishes you against the railing? This is how my dream started out. Then as I am there with my personal space over run by a big black bull, my step dad comes up and says that if this bull wins the competition that he will give me $1 for every pound it weighs. Okay! The next thing I know I am in my van on a dirt road when a train comes along. The engineer yells that she has already cleaned that side of the road so to watch out for oncoming cars. Apparently I was in a town where they turn it into an old western town, which is why the roads were covered in dirt but the train comes through the clean it all up. Suddenly I am surrounded by vehicles with John's grandparents following closely behind me with his granddad on the phone the whole time and two of my mom's aunts close in front of me, only they are driving backwards and yelling at me that I have the wrong kind of tires on my car. They are also asking about my jewelry that I explain was my grandma's. I some how lose the old people but now I am in a trailer with my kids, and my friends' kids and I am scared for my life. People were coming to kill me. People I knew... family... friends... they were coming to kill me. So I grabbed a shoe, some other stuff and lastly some knitting needles. Those would end up being my weapon of choice. I held them in my hand and waited for my assailants to come in. I stayed close to the wall watching out the window and listening at the door. Then the door opened and I cowered in the corner with my knitting needles in hand. A man with something underneath a blanket came close to me and I feared for my life. Another guy that came in with him told me to relax and that I would like what was underneath the blanket. And I did... it was a baby. A cute, little, black, baby boy. I don't know where it came from but I don't care. Then I remember the events from earlier in the day. I was sitting with a friend that just found out she was pregnant. In just four hours she went from 4 weeks to 38 weeks and she was ready to have the baby at any moment. She wanted to be left alone so I got her some warm, wet blankets and I left her in the bathtub to have her baby. This cute little baby must be hers. Then I find out that my bull did not win his competition. He spazzed out and didn't even compete. That is when I wake up. And I am left with the feeling that I slept like crap and that a bull was sitting on my lower back. Stupid bull.

Anyway, that leads me to a dream dictionary site that I often to use to look up what these things mean. It is interesting to put your subconscious thoughts into your real life and see that it actually makes some crazy kind of sense. So if you want to look up what it means to dream about a bull or a doll or a baby then head over to they have all kinds of insight into our subconscious images. Oh, and don't be surprised to hear about more of my crazy dreams.