I’ve been having interesting dreams lately, following a spell during which I couldn’t remember more than 5% of my dreams. It was an unusal thing for me, because I usually dream a lot, and remember a great deal of them in the morning.
At any rate, now that I’m remembering them again, they seem to be making up for lost time by doubling in weirdness.
Just the other day, I had a particularly powerful dream. Every so often, I’ll have dreams that involve me falling in love with someone. The problem with these dreams is, they’re always extremely powerful - so much so that for hours after waking up, I can still feel the emotions from the dream. I had one once involving a coworker. When I got to work, the dream was still fresh in my mind, and as I walked to my cubicle, he saw me and gave me his typical warm greeting and smile. Even as I knew that the dream was just a dream, and nothing was real, for just a few seconds, I knew exactly how it would feel to be in love with him. But I digress. The other day I had a dream that I had fallen madly in love with one of the judges from South Africa’s edition of Idols. Of course, it happened to be the one who is known as “Mr. Nasty”, or South Africa’s answer to Simon Cowell. At any rate, it was a rather long dream, and very detailed. When I woke up, I lay there for quite a while with my eyes closed, just enjoying that feeling - you know that amazing feeling of first falling in love? It was quite a while before I completely shook the feeling, and even when I turned on Idols last night and saw him, I couldn’t help but smile.
So that brings us to today’s weird dream. Just took a nap, and had one of the most annoying dreams ever - dreams that insist they aren’t dreams. I have mentioned before on here that I have recurring dreams of finding “forgotten” rooms in my house, and that they’re always remarkably the same in the basic details: the forgotten rooms are always great finds, wonderful rooms that I am thrilled to find, filled with all kinds of cool things. However there is usually a door leading to some forgotten part of the yard that is in pretty shabby shape. OK, now for the dream.
I had somehow hooked up with yet another Idols judge - one of the more middle of the road ones. We were uh, having fun, but in a completely wandering, aimless way, when I finally got up and went into the bathroom. When I came out, there was a cat sitting on the windowsill, which struck me as odd considering I live on the 4th floor. What was even more odd was the fact that it was my old cat from the States, who I’d “lost” in the divorce, and had since been given away to someone else. I was so shocked to see her, and I called her to come in. She did so, but as she did, reason (or dream reason anyway) set in and I realized that she couldn’t possibly be my cat, so I led her straight to the front door. On the way, we passed my “current” cat (in quotes, because I don’t actually have a cat at the moment) and worried briefly that they’d fight. However they didn’t. I gently shooed her out, and closed the door - only the door wasn’t the “real” front door, and left a 6 inch or so gap open. So I reopened the door, walked forward past several faux doors until I reached the one that was the actual front door, shooed her out and closed the door behind her. I went back inside, joked around with the Idols judge some, and then decided to go downstairs for something.
Of course I actually don’t have a downstairs, but in this dream I did. So I went downstairs, and in my dream’s mind, there should have been a small little room that was the cat’s room, and a closet of some sort. However there was also a small hallway, which I had apparently never noticed, so I poked my head down there and found a series of rooms. At first, it was just another toilet, but everytime I looked again, there was more - suddenly there was a shower stall… then a fireplace… then a kitchen… then another fireplace… then a rather large living room and then another toilet. The living room was of particular interest. It was filled with all kinds of contemporary looking chairs - neat shapes and colors - and each of them was actually a massaging chair.
The part that annoys me:
I went back upstairs, at which point there were several people in the apartment, one of them being my mother-in-law. I asked one of the people to do me a favor. As he followed me downstairs, I said “I know it’s weird but I just need someone else to see it because I constantly have dreams about finding rooms like this, but obviously, I’m not dreaming now, so I just need someone else to see it so I know I’m not losing my mind. Besides, if I was dreaming, I wouldn’t be able to say the word ‘dream’ without waking up, would I?” :rolleyes:
It was at this point that my husband showed up. Only… Ok, well, it WAS my husband, however he looked identical to… Sandra Bullock. Go figure that one out. Sounded like her, acted like her - he WAS Sandra Bullock, but he was my husband. I was asking him why he hadn’t told me about all this stuff. He said he had always assumed that I had already known, because he had always known it was there. As I looked around the room, I noticed tall wooden shelves that were filled with VHS tape boxes. I asked him why someone would leave them there, and he said they were probably empty. Sure enough, they were. Meantime, the fact that I’ve just slept with an Idols judge is nagging at me, and I’m hoping he doesn’t pick up on my guilty vibes.
I then noticed that there seemed to be smoke coming from somewhere in the corner. I walked over and found a long red-checked cloth hanging over what I assumed to be a window (since I was on the 4th floor). There was also a ragged square opening cut into the center. I moved the cloth aside. Turned out I had a side entrance that I had never known about - but it was a complete mess. There was a broken down truck parked there, kids in raggedy clothes playing, and red clay was blowing around, which was apparently what I had mistaken for smoke. And then I woke up.
Anyway, that’s today’s Bizarre Dreams theater, in which I need proof that I’m not dreaming, even though I actually am. (I had a dream once, another recurring one, in which all of my teeth fell apart. In the dream, I mused to myself “After all the dreams I have had about this, I can’t believe it’s actually happening.”)
