I recently bought a buckwheat pillow. Whoooah! I hear you screech. Steady on Tonto. The Zigster buying specialist pillows? But I thought you slept in a dark, dank corner of your deepest fears?
I thought you had a cardboard box under a bridge in Death City.
No, dearest reader, I sleep in a bed, like normal people. And I buy pillows with buckwheat in them.
The thing is, since I placed said pillow upon my humble bed, I've been subjected to a recurring dream.
It usually takes place in a city and I'm trying to get somewhere urgently. But no matter how hard I try, I can't seem to get there. Sometimes it seems like I'm wading through glue, other times I'm rushing to the destination only to find that the direction I've taken has left me even further away than I was before. The dream often involves a lost love or old friend I haven't seen in a long time. And I always wake up before I've got where I was meant to be.
The other strange thing is that I wake up about the same time around 5am, full of beans. Now, those who know me know that this is most unusual. I don't do mornings, not if I can help it...
Do you have a recurring dream that's driving you insane? Let the Feckless Goblin know in the comments section below.
It hasn't recurred, but your dream is a lot like the most vivid lucid dream I ever had. I was on the train to Liverpool, and miserable because I had a lot of work to do when I got there, but I was coming down with a cold. The train arrived, I disembarked and walked through the station, and crossed the street. It felt like it was about this time of year -- cool but not cold, grey skies but not actually raining. I heard someone calling my name, but before I could turn around myself I was pulled around.
ReplyDeleteIt was my friend Deb from high school. I could feel her gripping my arms through my coat; I could feel which direction the wind was blowing from. She said, "Katherine! We've been waiting and waiting -- where were you?!"
Like I said, I've only had the dream the one time, but it's haunted me ever since. Living in Canada, I haven't been to anywhere in the UK since 1994, but I almost went back just because of that dream (couldn't get my passport renewed in time). Sometimes it feels like it isn't supposed to happen quite yet.