So.. not everyone remembers their dreams, but I usually do. Not only that but I have dreams regularly, almost every night. Sometimes I only remember them for those brief moments between sleep and awake, and then when I open my eyes they are gone. Other times if I’m fast enough, I can grab a pen and paper and jot down every bit before it slips away from me. And still other times, I remember them and they never leave me.
When I was little, I had a recurring dream about the next street over. Everything about my dream was true-to-life; everything, that is, until I got to the part about the woman who lived in a doghouse with her children. She would bark at me as I passed and it scared me.
Ok, now that you are done laughing, tell me that a barking woman in a doghouse wouldn’t scare you!
I also had a dream that took place in the church building we attended. The chapel was two stories high; along the back wall the second floor had a closed off room/hallway, where people could take their crying babies so they wouldn’t bother others. I dreamed that I was up there, except the glass wall that separated the Cry Room from the chapel was gone, and a man from the church came and pushed me off and I fell onto the pews below.
Not all my dreams are scary, but it seems the most memorable ones are.
I’ve dreamed about people I care about, people I’ve lost, and people I don’t even know. I’ve dreamed about things happening, going places, being different and yet still me.
Lately I’ve had one particular dream repeatedly, although not always exactly the same. The end result, the meaning is all the same, though the situation and setting are different. And although I have tried not to, I’ve started to wonder.. Is there meaning to dreams? Can a dream be a version of reality to come?
Maybe I’ve just thought that because I want this dream to be true. I want it so badly, more than I’ve wanted anything for a long time. I always wake up with the same feeling: first, a sense of peace and calm, and then a touch of sadness when I let myself realize it did not happen, and maybe never will. Every part of me aches for that dream to be real and it stays on my mind all throughout the day, this longing for what could be. But, wanting something doesn’t make it happen, and dreaming something doesn’t make it true.
A dream is a wish your heart makes
When you’re fast asleep
In dreams you will lose your heartache
Whatever you wish for you keep
Have faith in your dreams and someday
Your rainbow will come smiling through
No matter how your heart is grieving
If you keep on believing
The dream that you wish will come true