Best Dream Ever!
I have ordinary dreams.
Except when I was a kid.
I was nightmare prone. I couldn’t hear a ghost story without weeks of recurring and terrifying nightmares. And so, of course, my sisters and all the kids in the neighborhood just loved telling me scary stories. And I wanted to hear them. Because for my whole life, nothing is better to me than a good story. Funny, sad, scary. Just tell me a story.
As I got older though, I began to see the connection between horror stories and the frequency of my nightmares. So I have tried to stay away. No Stephen King for me. (although I read “On Writing” and “11/22/63.”)
And while I am on the subject of “11/22/63” – I have always been a bit of what they call a Conspiracy Nut. I was twelve when JFK was assassinated. And I believed, even back then, that we were not hearing the true or whole story.So I have read numerous books and studies. At one point, I read so many books in one month, that I developed a new kind of nightmare: Lee Harvey Oswald was standing at the end of bed, watching me sleep.
That’s when I cut back (a bit) on my assassination research.
And my dreams since then are ordinary.
I dream that I am back in school, and I have to take a final exam for a course I didn’t realize I had registered for, and have never attended a single class. (I have been out of school for decades – but this is still my most common dream. You too, I bet.)
Or shopping. I always dream I am shopping. Often I’ll throw in the complexity of being late for a huge event, but I NEED to buy an outfit. I am a very good shopper, but I tend to be a terrible shopper in my dreams.
Lots of people make cameo appearances in my dreams. Like, every member of my family – close or distant – and every person I ever worked with. They just pop up and disappear again. Once, in a shopping dream, I turned around in the store and the Beatles were behind me. It was very cool. And then they were gone. And in the morning, the radio said that John Lennon had been killed.
That’s not to say I’m psychic or anything. That’s about the only premonition I have ever had. And it was probably just a coincidence. But it was creepy, and it would be fun to be creepy again once in a while. Like with an ability to pick Kentucky Derby winners.
But this week I had a GREAT dream. I woke up laughing. (And if any of you out there are dream interpreters – I would love to hear what the hell this one means.)
My husband and I had adopted. A squirrel.
We had raised this little squirrel and he was one smart squirrel, so we sent him to school.
And in the dream it was Squirrel’s high school graduation. and he wore a little black cap and gown and we were very proud of his academic accomplishments.
At his graduation celebration I told Squirrel I had a present for him, and I brought out this huge electric bass.
And Squirrel was SO disappointed, because the bass was like ten times bigger than he was.
I kept a straight face for quite a while. And then I laughed, and said,
“Only joking, Squirrel! The bass if for ME. So I can accompany you. Here is your real present.”
And I took out this tiny little guitar – exactly squirrel-sized.
And Squirrel was delighted. And he played a tune right then and there, still wearing his cap and gown.
And he was GOOD.
That Squirrel could SHRED.