That’s not a metaphor, it’s a statement of fact-at least once a week, I have a long, detailed dream in which there has been some kind of disaster. An earthquake (even though I live in Michigan), a flood, nuclear bomb, something that has caused the breakdown of normal society. In these dreams, sometimes I am alone, sometimes I am with my husband, but my children are never in them. Sometimes I am a member of a group, an organization, and it’s our job to go around the city (which is never specified, but it’s bigger than Lansing) and warn people that the disaster is coming, or help people if it already has.
I took a nap yesterday while Kaitlyn did. We had a big rain storm yesterday afternoon, and as we were leaving Nathan’s doctor appointment it was raining so hard that the road was completely covered with water. I dreamed that there had been a flood. I was with my husband this time, but instead of my own children, I was carrying a baby. Or rather, the idea of a baby, since it was more like a swaddled bundle of blankets that I just knew was a baby.
In the dream, we were in an office, like a car dealership or something, and there was an envelope on the counter with my name written on it, only it was my childhood nickname, not my name now. Inside the envelope was a check for (I can see this so clearly) $315.743. I called to Chris and said look honey, this is going to help us so much. But then I realized that there had been a break down of society which meant there were no banks anymore, and no place to cash a check. That made me sad.
I dreamed we went into Payless Shoes to buy some sandals for the baby (which I did with Kaitlyn the day before), but there was no power so it was dark, and people had gathered there for shelter. There were no shoes. The dream ended as Chris and I were in the car trying to drive somewhere, and we were on the street in front of our neighborhood, but the road was blocked so we couldn’t get through. We were trying to figure out which way to go, and I woke up.
I should really just stop taking naps.
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I dream of plane crashes.
Izzy- Oh geez, that must make it so hard for you to fly. At least I’m not likely to have to survive an earthquake or flood, unless the Great Lakes suddenly flood the whole State or something. I would never, ever be able to get on a plane if I ever dreamed about a plane crash. Seriously, yikes.
Wow, sounds like your dreams are as vivid and strange as mine. At last! Someone like me! LOL
Leigh- I’ve been having them for years, even before I became a parent. My husband never, ever remembers what he dreams about.
My nap dreams are much kookier than nighttime dreams. Wonder why?
I have yet to dream about my daughter since she was born, which I think is weird.
Jennifer- OMG, I haven’t dreamed about my daughter either! In fact, I very rarely dream at all about my children. Maybe our subconscious minds just don’t want to dwell on possibilities? And my nap dreams are weirder than my nighttime dreams too!
Elizabeth, you are weird.
Almost as weird as me.
Carmen- And that’s why you like me! Call me sometime, ‘kay?
I’m with Carmen. LOL@!
I hate those kind of dreams. When I have a “bad dream” about Rich I get mad at him. And then he apologizes for doing something that made me mad at him in my dream… LOL
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