I thought I was going to get some sleep. Yea, right! I was having this God-awful dream and then suddenly, on the verge of tears in it, I guess I forced myself awake so it would end. Now I’m awake, but the dang thing is just replaying in my head!
When I was a kid, I had a foolproof method of going back to sleep after a bad dream. Worked every single time. I’ve even shared it with our girls, and it seems to work for them, too.
M-I-C… K-E-Y… M-O-U-S-E!
The opener for the Mickey Mouse Club! I would close my eyes, and picture the beginning of the Mickey Mouse Club. I’m pretty strange huh? It always worked though. I was one of those kids that had monsters peering through the slats in the closet door, and I had a big alligator under my bed. (That made getting out of bed fun!) I had to do something, right?
Some of my worst dreams when I was a kid involved wading through this impossible texture. It was like sand in a sandstorm in a tornado, with gel or some kind of liquid compound that made everything impossible to get through. Thank God I don’t have those anymore. Blech.
Now I get to have dreams where every one of my insecureties plays out before me like a 3-d movie, and I’m in the front row without popcorn or a drink. In fact those tend to have a character or two in them from life, of course, that reaches out of the screen and pulls me right into it. People that I trust, even! So now you guys know why if I get upset with you for no apparent reason. #1, you’ve kept me up all night. #2, quit playing off of my insecurities! Meanies.
I did hear from Mark lastnight, he’s doing ok. Their schedule changed at the last minute, you’d think after 18 months that would be something I’m used to, something that is so commonplace that I don’t freak myself out. I know that “Gno-Gnus is Good Gnus”, but what can I say? I’m a ‘wanna-know-it-all’ kinda girl.
Anyone else have too-real dreams that keep you up all night? Make your heart race or wake up weeping?