For as long as I can remember, I have had the most messed up dreams imaginable-out of ANYONE I know. While parts of my dreams do come from things I was thinking about the night before, work, movies I’ve watched or potential worries that I have, for the most part, I can’t make heads or tails out of the things my brain comes up with. Not only that but my dreams are so vivid, it isn’t uncommon for me to create original soundtracks, written works and entire speeches in my dreams. I dream in full colour and experience each and every one of my senses when I sleep. A lot of the time, I wake up even less rested than when I went to sleep because my brain goes into overdrive creating these crazy experiences for me.
Two nights ago for instance, I dreamed I was riding a bicycle down a hilly road when I ran into (not literally) one of my husband’s friends. He proceeded to turn into a turtle, a fluffy white rabbit that walked on his hind legs and finally a baby. I then had to try to piggy back him while riding on the bicycle but he must have been covered in baby oil or something because he was so slippery. And of course-even though he was still fully conscious of being a 20-something grown adult, he would not hold still because he thought the whole thing was hilarious and kept laughing at me. Now let me tell you I do not have children of my own and do not own a bicycle, rabbit or a turtle. To me the whole thing makes about as much sense as Princess Peach feigning surprise that she’s being kidnapped yet again by Bowser. Of course Freud might have some theories but I’d rather not venture down that particular path.
My husband however, does not have this problem. I can’t remember the last time he told me that he remembered what he dreamed. When I inevitably wake up at night-which I do normally at least once either from his moving/snoring, my peculiar dreams or our puppy whimpering in her own dreams, I look over at him and he’s happily snoring away. On occasion, I’ve heard him mutter a few things, once about some starfish which seemed to be attacking him which I’ll admit made me laugh quite a bit, last night he was even laughing a little bit, but I never get to hear about his dreams outside of these utterances.
Of course since we’ve been married, his geeky ways have started to infiltrate my nighttime escapades. On several occasions I’ve been part of the zombie apocalypse, trying to save myself from getting infected-or-giving in and joining the hoard. Let me tell you in all my own zombie loving years-I never had a zombie dream before I was married. I’ve also had dreams where I’m attacking aliens a la Halo Reach and dreams where I turned into a D&D gamer and spent the night rolling the dice to beat back the oncoming goblins and otherworldly creatures. I don’t think I told my husband about that one-one girl’s nightmare is another man’s dream after all.
I’m hoping that one day my husband will be able to share his dreams with me. I wonder if they will offer any insight into his hopes and desires for the future…although, in the same way, I sure hope he doesn’t try to read too much into my dreams. I’m not really looking for a shape-shifting child and I really don’t harbor any desire for an alien invasion or an apocalypse of any sort-nor am I ready to take up the dice and join in on the weekly D&D game. But I really would like to know; do geeks dream of androids dreaming of electric sheep?
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