Dreams seem to creep into my sleep without warning and significant meaning. I never can figure them out nor understand the reason behind their demise.
When I was a little girl, I had nightmares of tornadoes. And when the cloud cover would roll in, my panic button would set in. Many, many tornado nightmares. I had a good childhood.
Then there was the repeating dream. Where the clouds would come in and I’d hear a rumble so loud I had to cover my ears. A steam locomotive would zoom toward me and I would wake up before it neared too closely.
Strange dreams without significance, awakening in panic. Here is a shortened version of the many I have had:
My mother was hit by bus, time era was in the 1940s.
A Native man behind corn stalks on a very windy day watching me closely.
A kidnapper ripping babies arms and legs off and tossing them out car windows near my grandmother’s home.
Wolves at my front door snarling and viciously trying to get to me.
And the one last night….walking around Roseville Square, a shopping center. It was busy, such as a Friday evening. I had a sun dress on, the back end tucked up underneath me and my underwear around my knees. Walking around exposed and no one said a word to me. I was wandering. Wandering around without purpose. I gracefully straightened myself, and woke up.
I haven’t dreamt in a very long time. My dreams are rarely pleasant. They never make sense and some are violent, others straight up creepy.
From last night’s dream, another senseless one. I hope this won’t be a string of them for the next few nights. Because dreams suck the restful sleep out of me.