Have you ever noticed how your dreams are soooo much more fascinating and entertaining than anyone else’s? I don’t know about you, but when the Missus starts in with “I had the weirdest dream last night,” she loses me somewhere about the time she couldn’t find her shoes and “It was so frustrating and then I woke up.” Oh yeah, that was a dandy all right. No wonder you’re afraid to fall asleep.
Let’s face it, no one else can match your dreams right? After all, yours are tense, terrifying, dramatic, wild, sometimes sexy, not to mention just plain weird. Am I close? How about the one where you dreamed you were in this crowd and you just had to go to the bathroom and when you woke up, you really did have to go and you barely made it! True, some of your more insensitive friends and relatives might not feel the intensity of your experiences in the Land of Nod. Some might possibly go so far as to act disinterested, but pay them no heed; you know a good dream when you have it.
Don’t forget the one where you’re in this dark room and know, simply know beyond a shadow of a doubt, that someone or something is in that room with you. And if you could find that damn light switch you could at least see what it was but nooo. You flail around in the darkness, hands in front of you, searching, probing, and then you touch…IT! Oh yeah, now we're talking dreams.
Then there are the reoccurring dreams…and they’re never the good dreams are they? What’s up with that? Only the bad ones have reruns, the ones where you yell out or you think you’re yelling (in fact it was only a squeak) but they scare the bejesus out of you and you seriously think about getting up and watching TV until morning, one of those forget that crap, I’m not going through that again dreams.
For years and probably at least once a month, I had a dream about finding a dead cow. The location of the dead cow changed from dream to dream. After all, you never know where you’ll find a dead cow. But for the life of me, I couldn’t think of a logical reason to be having such a dream again and again. Then one day, a friend and I were talking about our boyhood experiences, one of which was the time I had run across what I thought was an abandoned truck at the town dump. Kids being kids, I climbed up one of the side walls and took a look in the back. You already know what was there. Yep, dead cow. Thing is, once I remembered where the dream probably came from, that was the last of it, no more deceased bovines.
Wait, where you going? This was a fascinating dream. Come back here.