My dreams. Or, what?

[samsom]

I have this anxious thing going on, ever since my daughter was born I have this huge fear of home invasion, like white noise at the base of my head. So I'm used to going to sleep in slow increments, relaxing a little at a time until I'm all the way asleep. Sometimes it's easy, like drifting down on a feather.



Last night was one of those times.

It's almost like something is whispering in my ear, of bad things. I closed my eyes at 12:43 am, and opened them at 1:18 am because my son woke up hungry. In that roughly forty minutes of pseudo sleep, I first dreamt that I kept hearing a noise coming from a small window in the other room (which doesn't exist in my house) with a billowy, gauzy, white curtain. The window has bars, or a steel grate. I enter the door and turn to my right and look up. I see arms reaching in through the grate, a woman peering in who asks me if Sue is home. Then she's inside and it's clear she doesn't care if Sue is home, she's there for something else.

I manage end that dream and it's like my mind tried again. Now I'm sitting on my couch. My front door is open to my left and it's the middle of the night. Everyone is asleep. I'm doing something like reading or possibly eating a sandwich and I keep hearing scratching noises beyond the open front door. I don't think anything of it, except that it's persistent and I have a detached ominous feeling. I keep looking in that direction, wondering, and going back to my task.

Finally I get up and walk up to the open door.

Outside are three men, hovering. I think they're zombies. I know they want in.

That's when I woke up.

After Connor had his bottle, I dreamt, the rest of the night, of Far and Away - you know, that movie with Tom Cruise and Wife #2, Nicole Kidman? My mind, apparently in an effort to quell nightmares, tried to redo the plot. It came out like the Winchester Mystery House, lopsided and upside down and mixed up. But it kept me out of zombie land until I woke up at six am.

This would probably be a good day to work on my next Persephone installment.

Comments

[a2zmom.livejournal.com]

It's parent jitters. The million things that our subconscious dreams of happening to our children. Then our brain twists it even more.

There's only one way to get rid of it (I think) and you certainly don't want that solution.

[samsom.livejournal.com]

I am not looking forward to the dreams that come once they move out.

Stupid subconscious.

[a2zmom.livejournal.com]

hee.

I actually don't worry that much about them now. Both of my kids are so self reliant, I tend to be confident that they can handle themselves. Especially Aaron.

[samsom.livejournal.com]

I have approx eighteen to twenty years, I think, to get used to the idea that they won't want to live at home forever, and I think they're going to be okay once they're out there.

Me, on the other hand, lol. Might need some chemical help. :D

[a2zmom.livejournal.com]

ha, no you won't. Or you shouldn't, let me put it.

The best thing you can do for you kids is give them as much freedom as they want and can handle. Did you read my parenting tips last March? I will likely do another set, but in any event, let your kids fall on their face. Don't smother them. By the time Aaron was three, my husband would let him and his friends eat at a table by themselves in places like Pizza Hut. He made it clear that he expected them to behave as a result and they did.

I'm close with both my kids and I fully expect that no matter where they go or how far they roam, they always be happy to come home.

[mjinaspen.livejournal.com]

Oh, Darlin'... You're a light sleeper and you worry about your babies. But, they're gonna be okay. You're a good mother. And, you're house is safe. I sympathize with the sleeping issues.

*hugs*

Cruise and Kidman? Seriously??

[samsom.livejournal.com]

Cruise and Kidman? Seriously??

In many ways, that was the most disturbing part of my dream.

Cuz, ewww.

[starlet2367.livejournal.com]

Whenever I have a scary dream, I ask my dream angels to (a) tell me what it was about and (b) send the message more gently next time. After years of doing that, I've found that they often send me messages wrapped in scary dreams as a last resort, after trying to get my attention in gentler ways before. You don't have to be asleep to go back into a dream or to find a message from it; just ask when you wake up, skin throbbing and heart in your throat, what you're supposed to know. Often the answer isn't scary at all. :hugs:

[samsom.livejournal.com]

I'll have to remember to do that. :D

I just felt stalked after I woke up from the first two nightmares. Silly subconscious. There are gentler ways of getting my attention. I once dreamt about lying on my stomach, nude, against a black background, while a hand threw white orchids on me until I was covered. I *liked* that dream. I have no idea what the message could have been, but I woke up with the best feeling.

The nightmares involving hands reaching in? Not so much.