Stories in My Mind

I have always been a big dreamer. I mean this literally and figuratively. I am always dreaming of the next best thing and how to get it. I am always daydreaming about traveling to foreign towns, writing in exotic places, and seeing crazy sights. I dream of trying new daredevil things that I am too much of a scaredy cat for in reality. In short...I dream of everything.

Now, these are obviously all dreams that occur while I'm awake, but I also dream pretty vividly when I am asleep. Most of the time I can remember my dreams clearly enough to recite them back to someone the next morning (usually Drew). He often replies with "How do you remember all of that!?" And I never have an answer. I always assume that being able to recall a dream so easily is just another example of my overactive imagination going to work. ;)

In the past, I have blogged about some of the crazy dreams I have had. Once, I dreamed about Chris Rock and a mountain lion . Another night, I apparently dreamed about killer spiders. Also, I evidently dream fairly frequently about bombs and things exploding in general.

See? Totally overactive imagination.

Each time I record a dream I've had, I try to enlist the help of a dream interpretation website to see if my dreams have any deeper, hidden meanings. Most of the time I can figure out why I've dreamed about a particular thing, and the dream dictionary only helps to entertain me, but sometimes, my dreams seem to be pretty dead-on topic and I do not require help from an outside source in deciphering the message.

Take last week, for example. (Note that I wrote this at the time of the dream, but only now am I posting it).

I woke up around 3:00 this morning, with a start. (Note that this had been happening for several nights in a row at this point and I was no stranger to this "witching hour.") I'm breathing hard and sweating and I am really, really sad. See, I had only moments before been involved in a high speed chase and was trying desperately to get away. I don't know what I did to warrant this chase. I recall pine trees (a really strong scent of), loose animals, and the fact that I cannot get my husband on the phone. My emotions are high: anxious, nervous, scared, worried, panicked. I am afraid of what will happen if I am caught.

The dream shifts, and I am very casually driving down one of the roads near my house with my dad. Dad is driving and we are actually whistling. I mean, literally happily whistling as we drive along. Suddenly, my dog Sid runs out in front of us. I get another sensation involving pine trees. Dad hits Sid. I wake up.

This dream really upset me, and I have spent days trying to get over it. When I say I do not need a dictionary or anything to "read" this one for me, I mean it. CLEARLY for the foreseeable future, I need to avoid PINE TREES. The smell must only mean IMMINENT DOOM.

:0)