Dreams

I have crazy dreams sometimes. There are nights when they seem so vivid, and then I wake up and have a hard time holding on to them. I remember as a child having a special cold medicine my mom gave us and loving taking it before bed to see what type of dream it would elicit. There is no telling what they added to those meds back then.

Many of my dreams as a kid were about flying over a forest of trees or snakes covering my yard and having to walk through it (Thanks, Indiana Jones.) I also dreamed of being stolen or taken or kidnapped in some way. I wanted out of my house in the worst way. This is not a theme that has gone away but much more realistic about how that can go. I do not really want a complete stranger kidnapping me.

I have certain people I dream about. I dream about getting to be a part of their world. Wanting to imagine myself in their life. I had a dream the other day about a particular person and we just talked and laughed together. We spent a day in their city and they showed me all the places they go. We walked everywhere. They showed me their library proving they do pay attention to me sometimes.

Not all my dreams are about sex and being ravaged although some are. I crave the closeness and intimacy and more than that, just being comfortable in someone’s presence. Allowing them to be themselves and seeing the things they are passionate about.