I have always been a dreamer.
Oh I don’t mean with aspirations and dreams of what I will do. I mean vivid and realistic nighttime dreaming. I am pretty sure I inherited this from my mom.
This past week when I was with her in Ohio for her hip replacement surgery she had a dream When I went to the hospital on the morning after this dream she was unsettled and confused. In her dream she thought she was a child and when she woke up it was very difficult to shake the dream. While she does have some memory issues going on she did know that the dream was not reality and was having a really difficult time getting it out of her head.
I tried to get her mind off of it and related a couple of my recent dreams with her. One had me convinced that our oldest son, Micah, was in serious trouble with a loan shark. Yes, the kind that busts knees. When I asked him how much he owed with the thought in mind that we might possibly be able to help bail him out he responded “Two and a half million”. Uh…no, that was not going to happen. Fortunately that was the point where I woke up and realized it was dream. Good thing because I think Micah is kind of attached to his legs.
Another one of my dreams involved a teapot themed brothel with suites named after teas and furniture shaped in teapot and teacup shapes. I tell you– my dreams are pretty amazing sometimes. Now I don’t think I have dreamed in real life of being a brothel owner but who knows what my future might hold.
I always feel a bit sorry for people who say they don’t remember their dreams. Mine usually make me laugh and make me wonder what prompted me to dream that particular dream. Many times I can trace it back to a snippet of a conversation I had earlier in the day or something that I viewed. But sometimes the dreams are so totally random that it makes me question my sanity just a tiny bit.
So what about you? Do you remember your dreams? Do you dream in color and smellovsion like I do? Do you have nice dreams or scary dreams? I would love to hear all about your most memorable dream in the comments. Remember that all the comments this month go to support my friends Teresa and Dennis Gray as they go on a mission trip this summer to Honduras. You can click here to get more details about that trip.
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From one dreamer to another, a great post. Right now, my mom is having trouble separating dreams from reality. It is sad as she sometimes dreams one of us has died and she gets very upset. Then she dreams she won a pile of money and is very happy. I hope this is just a phase. I also dream very vividly, usually just fun stuff but occasionally scary stuff creeps in. I usually entertain Paul with my funny dreams in the morning.
Oh I totally understand what is going on with your mom. It is a bit unnerving, isn’ t it? It takes awhile to convince them that it is just a dream and that they don’t need to worry. I think you and I are so much alike because I regale Chris with my dreams as well and he just shakes his head.
Oh yes, Paul rolls his eyes and shakes his head too!.
I have long and detailed dreams too. In color. I remember many of them for years.
I love it! I feel a bit sad for people that don’t dream like we do. 🙂
Love your teapot brothel dream! Do you remember any of the suite names? My most recurring dream is the one where I didn’t study for a test or I totally forgot about a meeting and I keep struggling to make it right.
Oh the rooms had tea names like the Darjeeling Suite, Oolong which when I think about it should be Ooh La La Suite since it was a brothel! 🙂 That one that you have is so common and usually comes when I am anxious about something even if I don’t realize it. Probably about time to dream that one again.
Great post. I have very colourful and varied dreams. I sometimes use the ideas in my writing!
Exactly! Dreaming colorful and vivid dreams is an extension of our lives and of course we would write about them! Thank you so much for stopping by!
Love this post. Geoff and I both remember our dreams. They are often crazy dreams for both of us. I can’t even write down what my last one was (Saturday night) – it was TOO weird! Years ago, long before Geoff, I was involved with a guy and I often had dreams where a tidal wave was coming and I was trying to get away from it (drowning is a fear of mine). I finally realized that this dream was allowing me work out stuff and once I broke up with him, the dreams stopped! Cool, huh?
Very cool. I think a lot of times our dreams are what we can’t work out in our waking hours so we turn to solve the problems while we sleep. I am glad I am a dreamer because it gives Chris a lot to laugh at!
I don’t remember my dreams all that often. But when I do, I can typically trace them back to worries, thoughts or something I’ve read/heard/seen.
Now you…you are dreaming the stuff of fiction. Or at least it seems that way to me.
I do dream a lot of wild fictional things. At least I hope most of them stay fictional!
Yes…I’ve had several dreams that sound as if they might have been nightmares, or at least seriously bad news in real life, but while I was dreaming them the mood was like reading a novel or watching a movie. Sometimes I’ve even remembered a dream as something some other writer might have used in a novel s/he might have written; in the 1980s I remember waking up and entering in my diary that even while I’d seemed to be part of the action in a dream I’d seemed at the same time to be reading it as a novel Robert Westall had just published in the U.S. with Greenwillow 🙂
I remember my dreams on occasion and sometimes they stop me cold. On occasion I’ll dream about my Mom, which always makes me sad/happy at the same time.
I totally get it! It is one of those things that always makes me wonder. I dream about my daddy now and then and I agree–it is a happy/sad situation.
Oh goodness, I too am a vivid dreamer. And some of my dreams are downright crazy! But I can honestly say I’ve never dreamed about a teapot brothel!!- ha! Yet others seem so very real; however, I don’t dream scary ones very often at all, for which I’m grateful. My hubby, on the other hand, never remembers his dreams, but he surely does get entertained by mine when I relate them to him.
See–I think it is us creative types, right? We dream in technicolor!
Maybe tonight you will dream about a teapot brothel because I put that in your head! If you get any ideas let me know!
I’ll be sure to tell you!! I think I’m susceptible to the power of suggestion. Once hubby was watching a TV program about aerial fighting during World War 1 and honestly, I really wasn’t watching because stuff like that just doesn’t interest me. So…I go to bed and promptly dream about dogs fighting. Dog-fighting is what they called that fighting with airplanes during the war. See?? Suggestions cause my mind to wander in strange places…..so who knows? There might be a teapot brothel in my dreams yet! 😉
I will give you a cut of the profits if anything eventuates because of your help. 🙂
All through June and July of last year I kept having the same dream about turning up at my parent’s home on a very dark night. In the dream, I knew I must not disturb my parents (it was always thus when I lived at home). I parked my car some distance from the house and picked my way down the muddy track that runs along the side of a farm. I let myself in with the key that was always kept in the porch and went through the house and up the stairs in the pitch black. I knew my parents were asleep, so I didn’t turn on any lights until I was in my old bedroom, which looked exactly the same as it always had.
My parents died more than thirty years ago, but the dream worried me and in August when my husband asked what I would like to do on my birthday, I told him about the dream and said I would really like to go and take a look at my parents old house. It is quite a journey, but we set off early, had a nice lunch on the way and arrived in the afternoon. The village and the farm are exactly as I remember them but when we got to where my parent’s house stood – there is nothing – just a mark in the grass where the path once ran and the old rusty gate half-hidden in a newly planted hedge. We spoke to a neighbour, who said a new house is going to be built there as soon as the owners of the land get planning permission.
I was very upset and took lots of photos which I sent to my son in Australia. He rang and said not to worry mum we all have wonderful memories of times spent there, and Nanny and Granddad will not be forgotten. The dream has not returned so I can only surmise my parents wanted someone to know the house had gone.
Oh my goodness. That was quite a dream and I am so glad you were able to go see what had happened. Your son is correct–the memories are something that can not be taken away from you. Isn’t that just something? Your parents led you to that place for some closure it seems. Thanks for sharing!
I usually have vivid dreams about once a week. They are usually good dreams and involve my kids or my students from school. But I do have a recurring dream about something bad happening to me and being physically unable to dial 911. I have my phone and try to dial, but keep typing in the wrong number. Or I call and am not able to talk. Hopefully that isn’t a sign of things to come!
Oh gosh! That is one bad dream! It is kind of like the being in a maze dream and not being able to get out. I suspect you dream this one when you are a little stressed and feel that things are out of your control. Bet it is a disconcerting one when you wake up. Here’s to the happy dreams instead!
Well…recently I was debating whether to enter a short story contest in which I have, in the past, failed to spin off satisfactory short stories from the novel whose writing I’d like to use the prize money to fund. No spin-off plots came to mind. (The novel is “speculative” enough for the contest, but when I’ve written short stories I liked they’ve been fleshed out from real-world anecdotes, not “speculative.”)
So…the novel is “speculative” in the sense that it speculates about how the world would be different if people approached technology in a mindful, selective way. The contest rules specified that horror stories count as “speculative.” I didn’t have a horror story in mind.
Then I woke up from a dream that featured vivid, loosely connected visual images. I forgot most of them after that morning, but remember that one of them, possibly number 2 of 10, featured a cat (not one of mine) who’d been run over, both hind legs completely separated from its body, and then another one, possibly number 7 of 10, featured a similar-looking cat, alive and walking on all four legs. Brain-garbage, probably random low-interest memories popping up out of sequence.
Later in the day, I was walking home in the rain, a big rig slowed down briefly and then quickly reaccelerated past me, and I thought, “Noticed that I’m not a hooker, so would not care if I were *his very own* grandmother…” and the plot of a Mountain Witch Tale started to pop into my head, where the trucker *is* dumb enough to hope a black-haired middle-aged lady might be a hooker, and little does he know that she’s a Mountain Witch who will seriously mess with his mind. (I had invented this character during a discussion at the Ozarque blog many years ago, outlined, and decided not to write a whole novella or short novel about her.) Does she *really* heal the run-over cat? Whose fault is the smash-up of his truck? Could she really have “sacrificed” him to the spirit of the next mountain over, or *did* she, and what would the “sacrifice” have entailed? He’ll never really know…
Anyway, the story started out with two random images from a dream.
Funny story! Great post.
I’ve always found myself a bit jealous of people who dreamt a lot. I very rarely do. And even when I do, after a while I’m not sure that it really happened. But I do get a lot of deja-vus maybe ’cause I have similar situations in the dreams I don’t remember. Funny thing dreaming, isn’t it?
Thanks for stopping by! I get the deja-vus thing as well and it always kind of freaks me out. 🙂