[Editor's Note: No – You're not dreaming, I'm also guest posting over @ Sassy Britch's blog today. And if you are coming over from there, "Welcome." I wrote about a dream on Monday. While not a "Part 2", it is a follow-up to THIS post.]
I dream. I dream a lot. I don't remember my dreams most nights, but at least once a week I will. Every once in a while, I will enter what I call an "active dream phase" where for about a week, I have 3 very vivid dreams a night that I remember bits of when I awake.
I love those times.
My dreams usually have a narrative, and mostly make some sort of sense, although there are always impossible things. Like the dream where I was arguing with the people about how they were reporting on balance sheet numbers. They were doing it like it was and income statement, only adding the 12 months together. I was in their face about needing "bucket zero" as we called it, where you rolled last year's balance into the new year. See, I haven't coded financials in 7 years, so I wouldn't be having this discussion at work.
I do not have recurring dreams, but I have recurring themes. Not the traditional "falling" or "being chased" things either. More SCOPE than that!
You Can't Get There From Here – One recurring theme is that I need to get somewhere, but I can't. The harder I try, the further I get away. Like I need to get to work, but as I get on the train, it breaks down, so I hop on a bus, but it takes a wrong turn, the cab gets rerouted due to a detour, and I am further from my destination than when I left. While these dreams are really frustrating, I do get to explore new, and totally made up sections of places I know, so that's kinda cool.
I Believe I Can Fly (Just Not Very Well) – I do have flying dreams, but in my dreams, I can't fly well. It's not that I crash into stuff, or flap around like <- THAT <- dork. No, I tend to just skim the ground. So, I have to dodge around cars and stuff. Eventually, I can get some decent air, but usually only a story or so up. Once, my flying ability mutated. Instead of being able to fly, I strapped joy buzzers to the bottom of my feet, and the the vibrations reduced friction, and I could skate upon them.
Sans a belt? Sans Pants! – In my dreams, I'm often pantsless. Never naked. Usually I have on a shirt, and most times I've even got unders on. No junk swinging free. But I'm out in public in a T-Shirt and boxers. I can pull the shirt down to cover if I crouch, but then I have to duck walk and hide behind things to avoid being seen until I can get to where ever my pants are. The dream always ends before I get tot he pants. Always.
This would be my nightmare.
What about you? Do you have any recurring dreams? Themes? Either write them in the comments, or take this as a meme and post the answer on your blog.