Among a lot of other things in my life, one thing I do rather oddly is sleep. Or, to be more specific, dream.
I first noticed that my dreaming patterns were something weird at age six. I’d had a fever and ended up dreaming this:
Our family went on a trip to the beach [we’re beach people, in the David Sedaris school of thought] and Grover [from Sesame Street] went with us. Upon returning home, I discovered that Grover had peed in his bathing suit and I threatened to tell on him. Immediately, he turned into the Big Bad Wolf and trapped me behind my bed.
I woke up crying and my dad came and gave me baby aspirin and sat with me until I went back to sleep.
If only I’d known then how weird my dreams would get.
I often wake myself up by talking. Also, by laughing.
I once dreamed that my sister and I were running through some building, when I slipped on a floor mat and started to fall. Somehow, I slowed myself down and did a funny pose as I fell, with the intent of making her crack up.
It worked. REALLY well, because I started cracking up so loudly that I woke up, laughed a while, sighed, and went back to sleep.
I also once woke myself and my parents up by yelling for my mom in my sleep. I was at that “everything is scary and I have to sleep on my parents’ bedroom floor” phase in my life, when I began dreaming that my brother was grabbing the back of my neck and tickling me [did you know tickling is a form of torture?]. In real, awake life when he did this, I used to yell for my mom to make him quit. In my dream, asleep life, I also did this and woke up to myself saying “Moooooooooooooooooommmmmmmm!”
I immediately slurred, “Mom? Did I just call for you?”
“Uh huh. Yeah”
Then we all went back to sleep.
A lot of times, my dreams have recurring themes or settings. The most popular dream setting? School. And it’s usually my high school [vomit] and the dreams, more often than not, involve me either being VERY late to class, skipping class, or going to a class I’ve only attended once or twice and finding out that I have no idea what’s going on.
The second most-common setting is a grocery store. One of my most memorable “WTF?” dreams involved me in soccer gear running down the aisle to get away from the ghost of the statue of liberty.
Usually, though, I’m searching for chocolate milk or orange juice. In EVERY grocery store dream. Maybe this is a sign that I need more calcium and vitamin C?
Sometimes, my dreams completely escape my memory, but they make me wake up with a sense of urgency.
For example, the other night I awoke with a start, sat upright, turned on my bedside lamp, and realized my heart was racing.
With absolutely no recollection of my dream, I grabbed my golf club [complete with head cut off; better for impaling intruders] and checked every nook and cranny of my apartment.
Even my washer/dryer closet where you’d have to be two-dimensional just to fit.
There was no one in my apartment but me. Thank God.
Since it’s taken me forever to write this entry, I’ve had another theme dream. AND IT SUCKED! (please refer to “Let me Borrow that Top” by Kelly in order to get the feel for that last phrase)
It was a school dream again. This time, I had a World History exam and had missed the last few classes [par for the course so far] but, then, the dream carried over into real-life and I woke up like four times with a sense of panic thinking “Holy shit! I have to study for that exam!”