Dream a Little Dream

I woke up last night, as I occasionally do, from a nightmare. My heart was pounding, and so that I didn’t fall right back to sleep and continue the dream, I got up and read for a bit. To tell you the truth, I can’t even tell you what the nightmare was about. Once I was wide awake, the whole scenario left me.

That often happens to me when it comes to dreaming. I know that we all dream all night, every night. So they say. I rarely remember my dreams. Sometimes, when the dream has been particularly interesting or funny, I will try to imprint it on my mind so that I can tell Bill the next day. Even then, I almost never can recall the dream.

Dreams are funny things, I think. So often I will dream about someone to whom I haven’t given a conscious thought in a very long time. Somewhere lurking deep in the recesses of my mind, however, that person must be present. Where on earth did that come from I will wonder.

Bill has always been a great dreamer. In more ways than one, of course, but in this case I’m talking about the dreams he has at night. Or, more to the point, mostly in the early morning hours. Like me, he isn’t aware of any dreams he has during the night. But he has some doozies in the morning just prior to awakening. Parkinson’s disease, of course, can cause vivid dreams. That might be part of the reason for Bill’s funny dreams. But I will tell you that he has had vivid dreams as long as we’ve been married. We have had many laughs as he’s told me about his most recent dream. Sometimes he talks out loud while dreaming. One night, he was suddenly giving a speech. Out loud. Ladies and Gentleman, my name is Bill McLain. It took me a moment to realize he was dreaming. I, of course, already knew his name.

And his dreams often involve trains. He is on a train. There is a train passing by him. He is picking someone up at a train station. I wonder what Freud would say about the trains. Always, the trains….

As for me, I don’t dream about trains. I dream about houses. Well, not all houses. I dream about the house in which I grew up in Columbus. It doesn’t matter what period of my life I’m dreaming about. It doesn’t matter who is in my dream. It apparently doesn’t matter that I have lived in my current house in Denver for a much longer period of time than I lived in the house in Columbus. If in a dream I am in a house, I am in my childhood house.

And, as I mentioned above, I still have nightmares. Not often, but probably a couple a month. Perhaps that is because I read in bed before I go to sleep, and what I often read are murder mysteries. Even though the nightmares don’t directly relate to what I’m reading, I’m sure it stirs up fears in my mind.

Miss Dagny, NOT walking in her sleep.

Miss Dagny, NOT walking in her sleep.

When I was a little girl, I also walked in my sleep. It was generally shortly after I went to sleep, but I never had a recollection of the experience the next day. My sister Bec and I had some sort of code phrase that indicated whether I was really awake or simply walking in my sleep. I can’t quite recollect what the phrase was. Nor do I know why we were so confident that I wouldn’t use the code phrase if I was asleep.

One of my granddaughters – Dagny – also walks in her sleep. Her parents have found her in odd places in the middle of the night. Once in the toy chest as I recall.

Court used to have nightmares when he was a kid. When he was very small – around 4court years old – he had a recurring nightmare that there were squirrels on the floor by his bed that were trying to make their way up to bite him. Scary, huh?

And speaking of recurring, I used to frequently have the dream people often have where I was attending college at the University of Colorado and when I got to my English class, I realized that I hadn’t attended a class in months and was unprepared for the test that we were taking that day. At least I had clothes on!

I’m rambling today about dreams, but only because it still amazes me that at age 62, I have nightmares.

Sleep well.

6 thoughts on “Dream a Little Dream

  1. Bill dreams about giving a speech and for me that would be a nightmare! One of my recurring bad dreams is that I’m running late to get to the airport and I’m going to miss my flight. The fear is real!

  2. I remember what I dream every night. And I have the craziest dreams. But on a side note, I love that I have been in the house you grew up in! I remember it well. It was a special treat to see it with Jen.

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