Weird dreams

My family long ago decided that I have the strangest dreams. I don’t usually remember them, but once in a while they are memorable – which means I’m only telling them the weirdest ones to begin with – but even so they agree theirs hardly ever match mine.

Last night I dreamed that a terrorist told me about a terrorist plot – then raised a knife to my face to kill me because I knew about the plot. He pointed out that I would be better off dying quickly right away than slowly and painfully later. I persuaded him I’d really rather put it off, though he assured me that the rest of his group would be absolutely sure to find me and kill me. I then set about trying to find a way to let my husband know about the plot so we could tell the authorities, without giving away what we were doing. I was trying to figure out a way to write it down without leaving evidence in the form of the next pages in the legal pad showing the imprint of what I had written, when my son woke me up.

I don’t generally think about terrorists, much less dream about them. All I can think of is that I had spent most of the previous 24 hours feeling nervous for no apparent reason, which my doctor has told me is probably a reaction to a change in some medications.

What kind of weird dreams do you have?

4 Responses to Weird dreams

  1. Margaret Packard says:

    Pauline, your dream reminds me of a dream I had several years ago. I (as an adult) was with some children, hiding from the Nazis (I had of course read books about that sort of thing). We found a tree and all climbed it to be safe. But after a while, the children became restless and wanted to climb down. I begged them not to, but some of them did. The Nazis saw them and captured all of us.

  2. Karen O says:

    Hi Pauline. I’m a bit behind on reading your blog, so I’m a little late on this.

    I am known in my family for having weird dreams, as you are in yours. I’ve had dreams, similar to the one you mentioned, in which “bad guys” are holding me & I need to escape or something. Or “adventure” dreams.

    Or “very strange things happening in the sky” dreams (such as something huge entering the atmosphere & hurtling towards Earth, with amazing “special effects”, or the moon being very close to the Earth & thus HUGE in the sky).

    I had a dream about being in the middle of the ocean on a sandbar (must have been a really long one) watching whales leap out of the water. The dream then turned into animation, like a well-done cartoon, & an animated whale jumped right over me. Cool!

    Also, a few times a week, I think, I have dreams in which my dead father appears. In these dreams, Dad seems to be alive & is just going about usual daily duties or such. I have an understanding that he is not really alive & will not stay, but Mom thinks he didn’t die. I have had these dreams in various forms since Dad died in Dec. of 2004,

    Now, with my mother dying, I wonder if she’ll be in my dreams like that.

    One funny incident – One early morning I awoke in the midst of kissing my pillow quite ardently.

  3. Pauline says:

    Karen O,
    The whale dream does sound cool. I don’t think I ever dream about the ocean – at least none I can remember. Mine are all in either cities or suburban areas.

    I remember the one you told about once on wmb about kicking a ball in the park – and Lee cried out in pain.

    I tend to do a lot of jumping (kangaroo style) in my dreams, at least recently. I start jumping in order to move forward (no idea why I jump instead of walking or running), and the jumps get bigger and longer until I’m going high in the air and maybe hundreds of feet forward with each bound, and I can’t stop, because each bounce just sends me higher, and I’m sure I’m going to hit something. I’m sure it would say something about feeling like my life is out of control, to someone who analyzed dreams.

  4. Karen O says:

    Since I was little I have often dreamed of being able to float. Sometimes I would feel like I was floating too high, over houses & trees, but usually it is a very pleasant feeling. I hope we’ll be able to float or fly in our resurrected bodies.

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