I remember a lot of my dreams. More often than not, I wake up in the morning and begin to think about all of the strange things I dreamt that night. And there's usually multiple dreams to remember. When I was a teenager, my dreams were often scary, usually featuring some evil paranormal being of some kind, my house being haunted etc. It was so bad that Steve, who was my boyfriend at the time, bought me a dreamcatcher
to hang in my window (I still consider it to be one of the sweetest gifts he's ever given to me).
I used to have a lot of dreams where I was being chased as well. You know the kind; someone in fast pursuit behind you, yet you can only move as if you're running submerged in a body of water. I always really hated those ones. And the weirdest types of dreams are the lucid dreams, when you know
that you are dreaming and have a certain kind of control over what happens. I have these a lot too. A couple of weeks ago Steve and I were having a discussion about lucid dreams and how to tell whether you are having one or not (cause you know how sometimes you're thinking 'this feels like a dream, but I don't wanna do anything crazy cause what if it's not?!' He told me he had heard of a trick that you should look at the time on a clock. If you look away and then look back and the time is different, then you know you are dreaming. Well ever since he's told me that, I have used the technique TWICE in my dreams and it has worked. Just the other night I was in a dream and thought 'this doesn't quite feel like reality, I think I might be dreaming' (which is such a weird sensation when you think about it). So, I scoped out a clock, checked the time, looked away, looked back, and sure enough the clock had a different time! I knew I was dreaming. Cool.
But let's really get to the meaning of this post: I had horrible dreams last night. Not of the lucid kind. In the first part of the dream there were tornados. Lots of them. Huge. And huger. I've always been in awe of footage of tornados and such, but I've had so many dreams of tornados coming towards me, often times there's multiple tornados, in one dream there were about twenty at once. In this dream they started out small as I tried to take pictures of them with my camera as they harmlessly swirled about us. But then they got larger, and larger...and larger. It became nightmarish as I looked out the window to the hotel room Steve and I were staying in and realized there was one coming straight for us. I yelled at Steve to grab Gord from his crib where he was sleeping (because he was pale and ill) so that we could scurry to the basement of the hotel for safe cover. But the nightmare became dreadful when we realized he wasn't there. We didn't know where Gord was. Panic took over. We tried to think of where he could be, who he might be with. We remembered we had some lady from the hotel staying with us to help us take care of him (?) and she was nowhere in sight. We realized that she had kidnapped him. Not knowing it was a dream, my emotions went through something I feel would be similar to how it would feel in reality. I was doubled over in pain, sobbing uncontrollably with Steve at my side. I remember the physical feeling of emotional pain. It was more than horrible. When I finally woke up, it took a moment to realize where I was and that what I had experienced was only a dream. Relief. And when I think back to the events now I wonder how I ever thought it could have been real: Tenth tornado of the day works its way straight toward hotel room where Gord was kidnapped by strange lady hired from hotel to help out.
Dreams are so unbelievable.
*Afterthought: I`m remembering that yesterday when I was at the mall with Gord, I paused at Carlton cards to look at a calendar called Forces of Nature simply because it featured cool pictures of tornados on them. Funny what your subconscious remembers.