It’s 4am and I’m wide awake. The Bloke is snoring next to me and Wobbly is asleep between my feet. I’ve just started to hear birdsong, I think.
I hate it when this happens. I feel a little spaced out as I had some really strange dreams last night that scared me a little, so I’ve resorted to blogging to try and calm my brain down. My brain has a habit of constantly processing information in situations like this and I have an unfortunate tendency to overthink things.
I’ve always had vivid dreams that often take place in weird and wonderful locations and I become involved in situations that make no sense with any connection of my actual life. I often remember them the next day and sometimes write them down in an effort to make sense of them. For example, I once had an extremely long dream that I was in the graveyard near the house that I grew up in (that I haven’t seen for nearly thirteen years) and I was under attack from a rather scary army of New Zealanders. I had to convince them that I was one of them or they would kill me. Even more strange is the fact that I’ve never been to New Zealand and don’t know anyone from there. In the same week I found myself hosting a party in the Arizona desert (which I’ve never visited). I’ve had dreams where I’ve been able to fly and breathe under water, I’ve been friends with celebrities, I’ve fallen in love with a man I’ve never seen before, I’ve suddenly become fluent in languages that I can’t speak and I’ve even been on stage, performing in a play that I can’t remember any of the lines for.
A recurring set of dreams that I have involve my job. One of my most frequent occurrences is that I’m in a school that I don’t know, I can’t find my timetable and my computer isn’t working. I am panicked because I know that the students are waiting and I am followed around by an angry member of staff who is yelling at me for my lack of organisation. Another is that I’m in a classroom with the kids and they won’t stop talking.
The worst are the ones in which I lose someone important. These usually panic me and involve phonecalls the next day to check everything is ok.
What about you? Do you have vivid dreams?