I dream pretty much the same way I write - sporadic, pointless, and embarrassing.
But I had two reoccurring dreams as a kid that I had completely forgotten about until this morning. Why? Cause I swear by all that is holy and just....and Dr Pepper lip gloss and if I am lying let me get canker sores....that I dreamed BOTH OF MY CHILDHOOD DREAMS LAST NIGHT. I kid you not.
Country Girl has two big issues in her life (well, two is all we can address in this post.)
I am a big chicken and I HATE to be by myself. This is why when I go home to visit, I still have my mom come in the bathroom and talk to me while I take a shower. And while I make one of my Twerps sleep with me when Indiana Jones is out of town. And also why I jump at ducks swimming in a river, but that is another story for another day.
But one of the things that just plagues my fears is the thought that someone is under my bed waiting to slash my ankles before I can safely arrive into my bed. I have had this fear as long as I can remember and it all started with this dream. This same dream the resurfaced its ugly reptile head last night after 13 years of hibernation.
It starts off with me wearing the cutest summer cotton white gown with a peasant neckline -yes, this was also in my dreams at age 6 - and my hair is hot rolled and pulled over my right shoulder. These details are not important to the story, but I like to share the inner most moments of my life.
And I have just finished brushing my teeth and going to the bathroom and I know the inevitable is awaiting me. I am gonna have to turn off the light and then get into bed. And I am scared to death there is someone under my bed.
So I flip the light switch off and try to get close enough to the bed to jump in, but far enough away to avoid extensions of arms with knives.
I am on my last step and out comes this reptile arm with a machete that with one single swipe cuts both my feet off at the ankles.
And as I fall to the floor, I notice how my feet look like I have taken them off and placed them neatly by the bedside...like slippers awaiting my morning arrival, but with blood.
Anyhoo...then this giant lizard with a white button up shirt that has turned yellow with age, comes out and swallows me whole.
Then my mom comes in and turns on the light (I can tell this because the lizard's belly lights up inside and I can see the veins and capillaries inside his stomach) and she asks the lizard if everything is okay.
He shakes his head yes while I beat on his belly that sounds like an empty tin drum and scream HELP MOM! MOM HEEELLLLLP!
My mom says OKAY well keep it down, turns off the light, and leaves.
Exact same dream. Exact same details. Except one things varies...sometimes he is wearing a pocket protector.
Anyhoo, I have no clue where this comes from and the last time I remember dreaming it was in college sleeping on the floor of my sorority sister, Chelli's, room. I was wearing a navy blue GAP sweatshirt to bed....how I remember this I do not know.
But I need an interpreter of WHAT this dream means and WHY it resurfaced after 13 years of hibernation. Then, I can sleep better tonight.
Thanks in advance, you modern day Daniels. I love you more than words can say.
Big Pink Fuzzy Heart With Glitter,
P.S. I will never throw you in prison...or a lion's den. Even if you tell me a plague is coming. I promise. I am a lover, not a fighter.