I wonder if my mom dreams about singing on stage with Steven Curtis Chapman like I do?
Got me thinking about a dream that I have all the time.
I actually have two but I think the one with King Kong chasing me while I'm on a moped may be a little strange... its true though. Nothing like a monster monkey chasing you to get your heart pounding in your sleep.
My reoccurring dream....
|first you gotta get cozy & fall asleep|
I'm always in high school. Back in good ole Male Traditional. The old one. They've since moved to a new fancy school building where we went in the days that there were wood floors & no air conditioning in 95 degree summer school days.
Do I sound like an old grandparent who says, "I walked to school barefoot in the snow... uphill the whole way"
It was really an old school building. & in my dreams, I'm always back in the halls. I see the same faces that I remembered from a long time ago.
It has been a long time too - I graduated in 1990. Geez. 24 years this year. Oh my LAWD - my 25 yr reunion is next year? Ahh - who cares. I haven't gone to any of my high school reunions. I think high school reunions are the ultimate place of comparison... which we know sucks all sorts of joy of you.
|This would totally be me at a high school reunion|
In my dream, I'm panicked. It usually starts off that I can't find my schedule. Its the first day of school, but its not.... dreams are weird like that... & I can't find where I'm supposed to go. It is Geometry? God, please no... I hated Geometry. Is it English? Or Typing?
Yes - again, let me throw out my age to all you young'uns out there. I actually had typing classes. On typewriters. With white out strips for mistakes. Do they still make those? Little pieces of paper with white out on them that you would have to put behind the bar on a typewriter, hit the key & HOPE you have the white out strip in the right place of your paper has white marks all over it. The good ole days.
|I think this is the only picture of a typing class that isn't in black & white |
& set in the 50's
But I'm running around trying to figure out where to go, while teachers are slamming doors in my face telling me I am at the wrong room.
I always end up in the office asking someone to give me a copy of my schedule.
I get it... get to the right class & all goes well....
that is, until the bell rings & I have to go to my locker.
The dreaded locker.
This is where my dream always makes me sweat. I'm standing at my locker - which actually, my dreams will change, but it will always be the same place my real lockers where in different years. 9th grade was in the middle of the hall by the cafeteria... 12th grade was at the far end of the hall around a corner... I can remember where all my lockers were.
The combinations? Nope... I can't remember.
& in my dream, I'm freaking out. What is that number? I try a thousand combos of numbers... all while people are walking by & talking to me, reminding me of old high school drama. But people are grown up. It's like I'm in high school today, which would be really sad if a 42 yr old was still in high school....
I'm young at heart though...maybe that's why I'm still in high school.
I wake up every time still panicked because I feel lost.
What was that stupid combination? Where was I supposed to go next? & did I ever get my books & notebook out of there? & what is the point of having this stupid dream over & over?
The questions of life...
All probably just to remind me that my memory bites....or I'm a little crazy... whichever...
Do you have any reoccurring dreams?