Sleep, those little slices of death — how I loathe them ~ Edgar Allen Poe
There’s one absolute constant in my life and that’s the fact that I will always dream big. Every single night I dream* and sometimes they’re so vivid, I need a moment to figure out where and who I am when I wake up. I’m not sure why I dream so deeply (and so bizarrely) but I suspect it’s because I watch so many things that promote nightmares.
Last week Midsommar did not help and ever since Stranger Things returned to Netflix, I’ve been enjoying particularly weird and wonderful dreams. However, there are a few things that haunt my nights that have nothing to do with Ari Aster and pals. Usually unpleasant visions of bumping into Horrible Ex™, or becoming friends again with my old best friend. This one brings with it a lot of guilt. After we establish ourselves as friends again, I always have to break it to my friend Tora (Panda) and then I wake up before I know her true response.
Funnily enough it turns out I’ve talked about these dreams before, and also totally coincidentally (I swear), exactly one year ago today.
For as long as I can remember, I’ve had reoccurring dreams. I remember as a child dreaming repeatedly of a man made of electricity coming to our house and the whole family having to hide, at the same time every night. It was always the most frightening experience as invariably I would hide inside an old toy box and he’d find me. As he was lifting the heavy lid, I’d wake up and always before I saw his face or found out what he wanted with me.
Now I dream a lot of running along the sprawling corridors of crumbling houses, usually very old ones. These houses have hundreds of nooks and crannies, designed it seems specifically for hiding. They remind me of an old house my school friend Heather used to live in, which had an attic with secret panels that lead here, there and everywhere. Perhaps this is why I dream of similar houses.
I find our dreams so fascinating and it’s hard not to read something into them. The tooth dream is one that pops up occasionally; I think we all have that from time to time. Apparently it can represent any of the following:
- Representation of anxiety
- A costly compromise or decision
- Radical change
- Starting a new project or phase in your life
Since any one of those could ring true at any given time who actually knows? I swear somewhere else it says it’s something to do with pregnancy. Whatever our dreams mean, I think it’s fun to ponder and try to decipher for ourselves.
Meanwhile, my night time antics, while sometimes terrifying, at least keep me on my toes.
Night night x
*Apparently, we dream every night and it has been estimated that more than 2 hours out of each night’s sleep are spent dreaming or in a dreamlike state. It’s long been believed that we only dream during the rapid eye movement, or REM, cycle of sleep. Fact fans.