It’s time for another round of “What the Hell was that Dream About?”
Normally weekends are the most restful sleep I get, but not this weekend. My subconscious worked overtime on the strange, weird and a little scary. Let’s start with Friday night, and two dreams.
First dream: I was taking classes at a faith-based college – let me pause right here, because that alone makes ZERO sense. I’m a recovering catholic and I’m not spiritual in any way shape or form.
Back to the dream: I was sitting in the back of a class when a priest walked in and proceeded to tell us all his teachings would be heavy in faith. I enrolled in this college because there were no classes heavy in faith. I got up and left. I went to find my car, but it wasn’t in the parking lot where I thought I parked it.
The college had three parking lots and while they were adjacent to each other, you couldn’t get to the lots easily. I had to walk around one city block to get to one, another was behind shrubbery and yet another, I had to cut through a small shopping center, where I passed Erin Moran and Anson Williams from the TV show, Happy Days; the two were filming a romantic comedy.
I found this dream interpretation and it kinda sorta fits. I’m making a career change and have a self-imposed deadline to move into new career, but I have doubts I’m going to make my deadline.
Second dream: I fell back asleep and saw a vent above my head in the bedroom with ants coming and going from it. When I opened my eyes, I looked at the ceiling. No, there’s no such vent in my bedroom. I can’t even interpret this one.
I couldn’t get back to sleep after the ant dream; I had maybe three hours of sleep.
Saturday night’s dream had me on a houseboat with several other tourists. We docked at a very rickety looking shack and a monster (we never actually saw it) starting picking off the boat tourists one by one. It had all the makings of a cheesy B movie. In the dream, I knew how it ended because I read the Wikipedia page (can’t explain it), but in reality, I don’t know what happened; the dream ended as several of us were walking down a very narrow flight of stairs into a dark basement. On paper, it’s not scary, but in the dream, it was scary.
Again, maybe three hours of sleep.
I took an hour’s nap this afternoon, so I don’t feel quite so loopy from lack of sleep. I’m half tempted to take an over-the-counter sleep aid tonight, but I don’t like the idea of not being able to wake up from of one of these dreams as easily.
Here’s hoping tonight brings pleasant dreams, or better still, none at all.