Sleeping, Sleeping...

"Sleeping, sleeping. Dreaming, dreaming" from "Motherly Bluster" by Ghost.

Although the vocalist has some issues with "sleeping" and ends up saying "sreeping".  Let's not mock him for that.

I had an extended text conversation with a friend many miles away about dreams.  I made it into one of his dreams where he couldn't get into the house I was beckoning him into.  The same night I had a dream in which I was being chased and only narrowly escaped what was sure to be certain death.  We came to the conclusion that maybe we had had the same dream.  That I was running from him.  Had I known it was him, I wouldn't have been so damn concerned with my life.

But this leads me to consider all of my dreams.  As of late, say...the past few years at least...the majority of my dreams are frightening, terrifying, frustrating, malicious, bad, bad dreams.  I'm being chased all over the place, putting all my effort into running and feeling like I'm stuck in a foot of mud.  Or I'm attempting to complete a task and no matter what I do, my efforts are foiled.  Or, worst of all, I'm dying or soon to be dead.  A recent dream had me not only running for my life, but in the company of a friend who was able to see our future, and he informed me that we were goners. Dead. Kaput.  Nothing to be done about it.  In another dream I had been shot twice in the back and hit once in the spine.  I could feel the hot, thick blood soaking my clothes, I couldn't move and people were saying their goodbyes.  In yet another dream, I sacrificed myself to save my family from government terrorists.

What gives? Why all the bad dreams?

Just to end on a positive note, I had a "good" dream last night. I was with a friend in a foreign country in which I wasn't technically allowed, but somehow we had forged some documents for me, and as long as I smiled and didn't say a word, I would make it through border security just fine.  The border entrance was outside, our passports were bright red.  We made it through and the scene swiftly changed to take us to a celebration outside.  The ground was dusty brown, the trees had young bright green leaves on them.  My friend's grandparents were celebrating an anniversary, and we were arguing over who should take the photos as the grandparents were cutting their anniversary cake. Switch scenes to evening and an outdoor assembly place.  There is a large group of people surrounding a group of trained elephants and one trained giraffe.  The animals are in some sort of hypnotic state and the only way for them to become active is for all of us in the group of people to yell "All awake!" in unison.  We yelled once and it didn't work. The animal master scolded us for not believing in our words.  The infantile elephant looked like a large, fat 11-year-old human girl and she did all things girl-like except talk.  We all commented on how odd it was for young elephants to look like humans.

Then I awoke. And I consider that a good dream.