Strange, Strange Dreams…

I am still having very weird dreams. Lucid dreams, because I can normally tell myself that they are just a dream. However, a night of vivid dreaming is not a night of restful sleep, which I long for. Last night’s dream involved driving around Houston. I was in a car with 3 other people, and Mike was one of them. We were telling the driver how to get into downtown. Only problem, when we exited we were on a road that was closed, and we couldn’t actually get into downtown. So the person driving was getting very frustrated and upset. We told him to turn around and go back, we would take the exit into the parking garage. (What? There is no freeway in Houston that exits straight into a parking garage.) When we got there, that was closed too. I said it was ok, he could get on to I-10 East and take that exit into downtown. (This is, in fact, a legitimate route.) He was so frustrated, he just stopped the car. Mike got out and jumped off of the freeway down onto another ramp below – one of those crazy spaghetti bowl systems with layers of ramps going high up in the air – and he made it just fine. (Considering Mike has a fear of heights, I thought during my dream that it was odd that he was jumping like that. But he is a superhero after all, and he made it with no problem.) The other guy jumped. But he didn’t try to make it. He hit the pavement, spread eagle style, complete with the “thud!” sound effects in my dream.

That is when I made myself wake up.

I was quite upset about the fact that he died in my dream for some time after I woke up. I even tried to go back to sleep so I could have a dream do-over and make the ending happen differently. Yes, I have been able to force a dream before. Return to where it left off and pick up the story, or go back a little bit in time and change things. It didn’t happen today though.

Maybe that is why I feel like I’m in such a funky mood now. Blech.

By Christine

Christine is an Avenger of Sexiness. Her Superpower is helping Hot Mamas grow their Confidence by rediscovering their Beauty. She lives in the Heights in Houston, Texas, works as a boudoir photographer, and writes about running a Business of Awesome. In her spare time, she loves to knit, especially when she travels. She & her husband Mike have a food blog at Spoon & Knife.

5 replies on “Strange, Strange Dreams…”

yikes! Sorry about your bad dream. Virtually all of my dreams are weird/strange/don’t make sense. I try to look up the symbols on, but that doesn’t always work (or ease my mind). The subconscious mind is quite a curious thing.

I haven’t had a dream free night of sleep in years due to having very vivid dreams. Most of the time they are not realistic, but when they are I always wake up feeling very disturbed.

Well — all I’ve got to say is that I absolutely hate driving in Houston, although I do it fairly frequently, so I can understand your dream. (I’d much rather drive in Chicago than Houston.) I’ve wanted to do things like jump off of ramps in Houston myself! Sorry someone died in your dream, though….

Haha wow, I always find it interesting when other people talk about their dreams 🙂
And the dream do-over is pretty weird, at least I don’t understand how I make it work. And I understand what you said in it not always working.
As usual, for me, dreams just fade and even nightmares become laughable. But there’s always that unexplainable eeriness in some dreams that you just don’t experience in the real world :/

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