June 14, 2012
Nightmare On Cactus Street
Have you ever had one of those dreams - those terrible, realistic ones - that you wake up from, catch your breath, and suddenly realize to your unbridled relief that it was a dream?
I had one of those last night. It was horrific because it managed to encapsulate everything I have been worried about of late. My kids got lost (if you're a parent, you have that fear...constantly), one of my front teeth got twisted all around and had to be taken out (I keep meaning to make a dentist appointment because it's been...a while), I got fired (work's been good but busy), there were fireworks landing on the roof (fire bad), and we were invaded by a giant flying squid (I have absolutely no clue what that was about).
Then I woke up and I took a breath, looked over at my wife, heard the soft humming of children sleeping and ceiling fans whirring and realized that - oh thank god - none of what had gone through my head was real.
But, hey subconscious, take it easy on me tonight. 'Cos I can't take that shit two nights in a row.
(P.S. I also had a long, strange dream about sailing with the Golden Girls. My mind troubles me sometimes.)Posted by Chris at June 14, 2012 7:22 AM