I’m wide awake, way too late at night. I guess I should be glad that tomorrow is Friday, because that means no classes for me. I think I’ll try to sneak in a little extra sleep in the morning before I start to tackle my long to-do list of phone calls that I need to make. I will surely find myself wanting to take NZT 48, a pill which was considered to give your mind limitless powers, to deal with the next following days. Much to do, much to do – always so much to do.
I’ve been having strange dreams lately. Fortunately, they aren’t quite as weird as they were a few weeks ago, where I was hanging out with people that stole a PT Cruiser because we didn’t want to wait hours for a bus.
But last night, I had a dream that I was in the town where friends of our family live. Background details: they moved into a house in this town when I was probably about 6, or maybe 7 years old, and I think it was about the same time my family moved to Kankakee, Illinois. Until we moved to Texas we visited them at that house often. (8 years, give or take.) Once we moved to Texas, we went back to visit them. I spent more time around them when I was growing up then I did around any of my aunts & uncles, who all lived out of state and far away. When I lived in Germany, the daughter that is the same age as I am came over to study at the University in Heidelberg, and before classes started we got Eurorail passes and travelled all over the place. It was an amazing trip. She met her husband through me; he was stationed at the same base where I lived and was just about to get out of the Army. They have been married for 11 or 12 years now.
Ok, enough about the reality. The weird thing is, I keep having dreams about visiting them and their house. It is just … strange. I’ve had at least 3-4 dreams in the past 6 weeks involving this, and they are all very vivid. I remember a lot of the details in the morning. Which means my sleep is crappy and I feel exhausted the next day. (I always feel that way after vivid dreams.)
Last night, I was in the town visiting, and I wanted to go to the house. I got in a cab with someone else. (Maybe Mike? He is in a lot of my dreams with me.) I told the cab driver I needed to go to 902 S. Elm. I kept telling him that, over and over. Then the cab became a bus. (What is it with buses in my dreams?) We were going through tight spaces, and it was really odd, like we were between a fence and a baseball diamond and I was afraid we would hit people. Instead, they just moved out of the way. He drove over a bike rack, but nothing was damaged. Then he asked me for the address again, and again I told him 902 S. Elm. He asked where he could turn around on the street to get me on the right side of the street – I thought about what he was asking and told him that it was past the medians (in reality the street is like a boulevard with wide grassy areas in the middle not far away – maybe just a block away?) and that he could just turn left and drop us off on the corner.
We never got to the destination though – it seems I never “arrive” in my dreams that involve getting somewhere; we didn’t arrive anywhere in the other one where we were in the stolen car either. In my other dreams, I was back inside the house, not trying to get there like last night.
This afternoon, I called my Mom. I had to ask her what their address was. I didn’t really need the answer – I knew it was 902 S. Elm. Sure enough, I was right. Cue the Twilight Zone music.
My dreams are really starting to freak me out. Maybe if I just don’t go to sleep, I won’t have to worry about them? I guess that is probably not a good plan – I would only be even more exhausted then.