Hot Room = Bad Dreams

Funny, I read an article just yesterday called something like “30 ways to sleep more soundly” or something, and one of the items said that the ideal temperature to sleep in is around 65 degrees.  It said that sleeping in a very warm environment can actually provoke nightmares.  I found that interesting, but didn’t think much of it until I woke up around 1:00 this morning out of a really bad dream.  And oddly enough, the door from the kitchen to the bedroom was closed making it extremely warm in the room.  May have been a coincidence but I thought it was interesting.

I don’t wake up from dreams very often, but I sure woke myself out of one last night.  I dreamt that I was in some sort of random place hanging out with my ex fiancée.  We had already broken up in the dream, and I don’t remember much about that part of it but we were civil for the most part.  There were other people there and I think we were all eating dinner or something.

In any case, we then walked down to this big hill.  But between the dinner and the hill, Jesse had turned into Travis. This hill had a fast-flowing stream toward the bottom, and all of a sudden this rocking chair starts falling down the hill and goes into the river.  The rocking chair was my Dad’s.  We use it at Chistmas as the chair the gift-opener sits in (we open gifts one by one), and it was something my Mom gave to him a couple of years after they got married, so almost 30 years ago.  This is something that is dear to my heart and something that has always been in our family.

So as it falls into the river I turn to Travis and ask him to go get it for me.  He’s tall and strong and can save it, but I’m not strong enough.  And he looks at me like I’m completely overreacting.  He asks me what’s the big deal?  It’s just a rocking chair and I’m sure we’ll find it later on sometime.  I start frantically telling him “No, that’s my Dad’s rocking chair!  We might lose it forever – you have to save it!!”

At this point in my dream I’m furious and sad all at the same time, screaming at him, begging him to “Please!  Please save it!”  That’s when I guess I was moving around so I woke up from the dream.

Yuck.

Fortunately Travis was still up and wasn’t wasted (he was drinking bourbon and reading when I went to bed lol) so I got to talk through it with him.  That’s always nice.

Overall, I thought it was a very poignant dream.  My ex turned into Travis in the dream, so that was me projecting my ex onto my current boyfriend.  (Apparently my subconscious is an insecure asshole lol)

And the rocking chair signified my family somehow.  Trav thought maybe it was the stability I associated with my father and how maybe that’s my inner-fear of Travis not finding that stability that I need in a boyfriend/husband.  Pretty intuitive of Travis to interpret it that way.

Anyway, enough writing for now… maybe I’ll write more about that later.

In any case, I got to snuggle up with Travis after the bad dream and have his arm around me when I fell back to sleep, so I slept soundly the remainder of the night 🙂

R