The prompt: Do you have re-occurring dreams? What are they about?
What if nothing exists and we're all in somebody's dream? Or what's worse, what if only that fat guy in the third row exists?
~ Woody Allen
Let’s cut right to the chase: I have weird dreams. Really weird dreams.
Of course, now that I’m faced with the necessity to write about them, I cannot remember the details of many of the more interesting ones. A little performance anxiety, if you will.
Many of my more vivid dreams involve the famous, infamous or celebrated: Howard “Dr. Johnny Fever” Hesseman, me and a black marble bathroom; John Cleese, me and a road rally; Tom Cruise, Katie Holmes and Lindsay Lohan in a threesome wedding; Al Gore, me and the Oval Office.
I also have a penchant for subliminally conjuring up old boyfriends and loves, usually completely out of the blue. There is usually some salacious activity involved with these little delights… and we’re going to simply leave it at that. I don’t subconsciously kiss and stuff and tell, thank you very much.
These subconscious delights are, for better or for worse, usually one-offs. Drat.
However, I do have one recurring dream that pops up at least a couple of times a year. It usually makes an appearance when I’m overly stressed or anxious.
I’m back in college – at UF. Cute co-ed me. I’m doing poorly in a class and want to drop it before the semester cut-off date. Problem is – I can’t find the building on campus where I need to go to drop the class. And time is running out. I frantically run all over campus, from building to building, looking for the right place to go. Never, ever find it.
I usually wake up from these dreams in a right state. Anxious, heart racing, worked up. Panicked even. I do dream vividly.
It’s interesting to me that my stress manifests itself in this way – transferring to an event/situation that happened over 20 years ago. I’m sure Freud would have something to say about this. I myself can’t figure out the nuances of it. But I do know, after all these years, that whenever this dream pops up, it’s time for a little self-assessment and care, because something’s amiss with me.
If only those delightful lascivious and slightly naughty dreams popped up with as much regularity…