January 18, 2014

Dreams

If you’re friends with me on Facebook, you may have seen me post about my vivid dreams that I’ve been having. I’ve had four this week that have been pretty vivid when I woke up, most of them being completely absurd. Allow me to illustrate:

A few nights ago, I dreamed I was stuck in Jurassic Park. Mind you, I’ve never seen Jurassic Park, but I found myself locked in the park with no way to escape. I tried to find a way to escape, and when it didn’t work, I took to hiding from the dinosaurs that were roaming the park. The dream ended when I tried to run from a fast dinosaur. I took off running across a field and just as I tripped and fell, I woke up.

The same night, I dreamed I was at a party at Mark Zuckerberg’s house, except there was no way it was his house because it was probably only 3000 square feet and located in the middle of the country. I was snooping through his cabinets, especially his medicine cabinet, and turned around when he coughed to let me know that he’d caught me. I ended up getting trashed off my ass and woke up the next morning hungover. As I walked away from the house, shoes in hand (not on my feet, for some reason), I woke up to my alarm.

It was a funny dream, and I knew it was absurd when I woke up that morning.

This morning, I woke up after dreaming that John and I were looking for an apartment and found ourselves at a luxury apartment on the north end. After looking around the apartment, I expressed that I thought it was too small and the realtor said, “Give me a second”, walked to a control panel, hit a button, and suddenly the room we were standing in started extending out the front of the apartment, almost as if it were a room nestled within a room. I kept waiting for the floor to stop moving under my feet as I moved further and further from the apartment building, when it suddenly hit me that the room had moved out too far and had reached a critical point where it could no longer maintain balance. The beams holding the room to the building started to bow and before I knew it, John and I were crashing to the ground with the metal and material that constructed the building crashing around us. I stumbled up from the rubble as the realtor came running out of the building. I looked at his car and it had been cut in half by a metal beam. I looked at my arm, which was hanging at an awkward angle and it had clearly been broken.

My kids woke me up at this point and my arm actually ached in the area where it had been broken in my dream. Very odd.

But, the most interesting dream, and the one that has stuck with me all day, involved Anthony (or Sep), my ex. I have never believed that the dead can talk to us from beyond, but last nights dream was so realistic that I woke up wondering if he had been trying to reach me. It was probably just an overactive imagination, but it was so real…

In the dream, I was sitting in a dark room on a couch. I picked up a tshirt and hugged it to my face, taking a deep breath. When I pulled the shirt away, I noticed a man standing in the corner and when he stepped into the light, I noticed that it was Anthony. I stared at him, fully aware that he was supposed to be dead, and when he talked to me, he acknowledged that he was dead.

First he said, “We had a lot of memories on that couch, didn’t we?” Then he asked me if I was going to give him a hug, and when I didn’t answer, he said, “I know I’m supposed to be dead. I am dead. I’ve just missed you.”

In my dream, I got up and hugged him, shocked that I could actually touch him because I thought he was a ghost. He smelled like his cigarettes. He opened the door for me to allow me to walk through it and then we were in a club, drinking and laughing, and just overall having a good time.

At the end of the night, we headed back to the same room we had been in and he again mentioned good memories on the couch, which really made no sense to me since he and I seldom ever sat on couches when we were together. The first time we were together, we sat in chairs in his living room, the second time around he had two couches in his living room, but I almost always sat in a recliner on the opposite side of the room, and the third go round, he had a couch in his living room, but we spent a lot of time in the basement, sitting in computer chairs, playing video games. Not to say we never sat on couches, but it was just weird.

He told me “I had a great time hanging out with you. It’s been too long I’ve missed you,” and then we went to bed. He pulled me to him to cuddle and then when I woke up in my dream, I was alone in my own bed and wondering (in my dream) if it was a dream.

When I woke up for real this morning, I knew it was a dream, but it felt so real that I had a really hard time separating it from reality.

I really don’t dream about him often, so the dream itself shook me a lot. I don’t know what precipitated it.

Anyway, I just wanted to document them, especially the one about Anthony, because they were so vivid and the last one has me questioning things I thought I believed.

I hope everybody else is doing well. Until later.

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