Do you remember your dreams? I rarely do. Sometimes when I wake in the night I think I have to remember that one! But it's usually gone when I wake up or soon after. I seem to be remembering more lately. Age? Menopause? Both?Do you ever wake from an interesting or pleasant dream and try to go back to sleep to keep it going? I remember last night's and I tried to go back to sleep to continue it. I really wanted to know what happened!
Paul and I were driving through New York City and then, somehow, I was out of the car, walking and he had driven off. I don't think we were fighting or that he threw me out of the car because I was happy. Or maybe he did and I was still happy.
I had a bag, like a canvas bag, with me at first but later it was a backpack. I also started out with my long-gone cat, Tigger. She began walking with me and then was in the backpack with her head sticking out. Later it was Lucy, the Jack Russell Terror.
I started walking though a neighborhood that seemed Middle-Eastern. The sidewalks were full of people in chairs, walking and standing. There was no where to walk so I walked in the street. Eventually I came to a sidewalk along a grassy area but not a park.
That's when the cat and the backpack seemed to appear. I remember looking down the street and thinking I live on this street in Rhode Island. All I have to do is follow it home.
Soon friends Phil and Linda appeared and walked with me for a while. Then they were gone. My cell phone was in my pocket but I had the ringer turned off. Later I listened to several messages from Paul. He was freaking out wondering where I was.
That's where I woke up.
It wasn't until I began writing this post that I thought about a very strange coincidence. I read every night just before sleep, and I have been reading The Little Book by Seldon Edwards. The story is about a man mysteriously transported from 1988 San Francisco to 1897 Vienna.
Sometimes I also read in the night when I wake up and can't get back to sleep. I did that last night. Just before I went back to sleep for the second time, the character in the book had just met Sigmund Freud. Freud is well known for his theory about interpretation of dreams. Part of his theory is that all dreams are forms of "wish fulfillment." There has been no mention in the story yet of his book The Interpretation of Dreams, but I still thought my recollection of my dream was a strange coincidence.
Cue the theme from The Twilight Zone.
5 comments:
Very weird. I, too, have had dreams that correlate to books I'm reading. So, how is the book? I'm still considering it for the library book club.
I always dream about stuff I'm reading. It is wierd the way it all plays out.
Maybe the dream will continue one of these nights and you'll get the ending.
I hate it when I can't remember dreams. I mean, who can keep a notebook by their bed and scribble in the dark? I can't. Sounds like a wild and crazy dream -- if you think of the rest, will you share it?
That's funny, Sandy.
I don't usually remember my dreams, other than little snatches. But once in awhile I get a good one and I'm able to remember the details.
I never seem to be able to tie my dreams to anything. Those I remember usually come after I've awakened, and then go back to sleep. I always know when I"m about to wake up as the dream gets very slow and doesn't go anywhere. Sort of like me, lolling in bed.
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