Last night’s thematic dreams

I’ve been having a lot of weird dreams lately.  And of course, this means that I wake up in the night a lot.  Last night was no exception.

I don’t remember all of my dreams, but I remember different parts of each dream:

  • My mom stopped breathing in one dream.  She was on her knees with her forehead on the ground.  The attendant next to her said “Just make sure her airway is clear. She’ll start breathing again.”  She started back up again but didn’t wake up.  Afterwards I was shaking and crying in the dream and freaking out about the DNR on file for her.
  • I had another where there were bad people in the library and I was trying to protect the public from them.  I set up some kind of an obstacle course that ended with them falling into a pit.  But I had to stop little kids from falling into the pit too.
  • There was another where I was at my mom’s house, pre-remodel.  Someone had a baby, but they died and nobody knew what to do.  I took the baby and decided that I would take care of it.  I wrapped it in a blanket and searched through the fridge for something to feed it.  I found mashed potatoes and decided that the baby could suck them off my finger until I could find some formula.  People kept trying to take the baby away but I just held it tighter.  I said “He’s beautiful and he’s mine.”
  • In another dream I was at a friend’s house.  They had a few cats.  I somehow ended up on my back on the floor with a pregnant cat laying on my stomach.  She started giving birth.  I was grossed out but excited too.  I remember thinking that I was glad my jeans hadn’t just come out of the wash because then I’d be really upset that they were so dirty.  My friend wanted to move the cat but I told her not to because it might hurt the mama and the babies.  I said that she’d move when she was ready.
  • In the last dream my old dog Duncan was there, but he was a lot younger.  Not quite a puppy, but not quite an adult.  He rolled onto his back and I scratched his belly.  I was so glad to see him.  I don’t know what we talked about, but I remember talking to him and he answered.

OK…  So what am I really dreaming about here?  Family, the life cycle, creation, innocence, protection, responsibility, and love.  DH says they’re all maternal/caregiving dreams.  I thought they were all just weird, but at least there’s a theme to the dreams.

Dreams that Continue

Have you ever been dreaming right before you wake up?  Most of us have, I think.  But I have an awesome power: if I go back to sleep fast enough I can sometimes pick my dream up right where it left off.  Cool huh?  It happened with this morning’s zombie dream.

I don’t know why I dreamed about zombies this morning, but we all know that zombie dreams aren’t nightmares in my book.  In this morning’s dream I was involved in a car chase.  Some bad people were chasing me and I was trying to get across a bridge to escape them.  I took a wrong turn and stumbled upon a secret community that was built to create and examine zombies.  Unfortunately the zombie virus mutated so that it was air-borne.  The community members had become infected by the virus which showed itself by cold-like symptoms before they became full zombies.  There were guards to keep people from escaping and scientists who were working madly to come up with a cure.

I didn’t become infected until I stepped out of my car to figure out why they weren’t letting me turn around and drive out.  I wasn’t worried about being infected though.  I figured that I could kill the full-blown zombies and let the scientists use my blood to experiment on finding a cure.  So then, there was lots of zombie killing.  Oh yeah, and the guys who were chasing me were eaten by zombies too.

Then the alarm went off again (I’d been snoozing it for the past 40 minutes!) so I knew I had to get up before we’d had a chance to find the cure to zombie-ism.

Dreams that pick up right where they left off are pretty awesome.  I don’t know how it works, exactly, but I do usually like them.  This morning’s was no different.

I dream of zombies

I dream about zombies with alarming regularity.  They’re not nightmares.  They’re just dreams.

There’s usually some type of zombie uprising and I’m taking them down or leading the survivors to safety.  Or both.  My cool is kept.  I react practically.  And, even when something completely crazy happens (like I somehow figure out how to climb a sheer wall or run fast enough to fly) it all makes perfect sense and I don’t die.

Last night I had another zombie dream.  I’d gone to the hospital for a checkup and noticed that people were acting strangely.  There were a ton of ambulances appearing at the ER.  They all had patients on gurneys that were strapped down and acting “bitey.”  Other people were arriving by car and looking listless.  I didn’t look around to see how I could help.  I immediately thought “Wow, it’s a zombie uprising.  Time to get away from the hospital.”

Yup.  That’s right. I immediately knew that the zombie virus had been unleashed and the most unsafe place I could be was the hospital.

As I attempted to leave the hospital grounds, I looked around and could tell who would be eaten next.  Usually someone crying over a body that was soon to reanimate.  Other times it was someone who was wandering around completely unaware that they were being stalked by a group of zombies.  I was able to avoid most of the walking dead.  I bashed the heads of those I couldn’t.

I didn’t run into problems until the National Guard moved in.  They were quarantining the area and didn’t want to let me through.  So, I continued on my path, searching for a way out and killing any zombies that I couldn’t avoid.  As I found what appeared to be an unsecured route I woke up.

Although the dreams are odd, they’re strangely comforting.  I wonder if the comfort has to do with the security I feel in knowing that I can handle whatever the zombies throw at me.  I know that no matter what happens, I will be OK.  I do not fear a monster that would have many people shrieking in terror and unable to protect themselves.

So when people ask me what I dream about I say zombies.  And while they may give me the side-eye, I know that those are good dreams for me to have.

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