The older I get, the less I dream. Maybe because I am so tired at the end of the day, I pass out more so than fall into sleep.
When I was little, I had three reoccurring dreams, on rotation. (must be that OCD thing, I even had to keep my nightmares in precise order)
My earliest dream I can remember was when I was about four. I would wake up in a total sweat, heart pounding, scared to death.I was being chased around a room by witches in wheelchairs. They held their long skinny crooked hands out trying to catch me. They had that eerie cackle, cross between a laugh and a growl. They wore long black dresses, high top laced boots, and the typical pointy hat with huge brim.
I wonder where I got that visual. I do recall later, being terrified of nuns. I hadn't seen the Wizard of Oz at that age yet.
My second dream was me alone, in an all white room. There was a wooden slat crate on the floor. Each board was nailed down tight in neat rows. I could see the huge oranges through the slats. (Yes, I did and still do dream in color) Then, in slow motion, one by one, the nails would slowly pop up, until three or four slats opened. The oranges would begin to roll out of the crate, across the floor, and between my feet. At this point I would know I was dreaming and know what was going to happen next, but I could never wake myself up. As the oranges filled the space all around me, they began to morph into snakes. Once again, I'd wake up sweating and scared to death.
My third is actually funny now, but it wasn't when I was little. I would find myself alone, in a square room. No doors or windows. As I looked across the room, it seemed far, like a mile long. I would notice something coming at me, slowly at first, but then it would pick up speed. I would soon realize that I was about 2" tall and it was the linoleum rolling up. I would turn and run, occasionally looking back to see that it was gaining on me. I would get almost to the wall and realize there was no way out and I was about to be smashed into the wall ... but I would wake up before that happened.
So those are my pre-five year old dreams. I remember them in great detail as if I had them last night. I wonder what they meant, or what triggered them. What were my parents were letting me watch on TV? Does anyone know how to analyze dreams? Maybe I shouldn't know.
/ head tilt /
As I said, I don't dream much now. I can't recall the last dream I had.
What did you dream about as a child?
