I've never really been one that has held much stock in dreams, and what their interpretations are. It's not that I think it's all a bunch of malarkey. I've just really never been interested, nor paid that much attention to it. I will admit to waking up in the mornings, on those rare occasions that I actually remember what I was dreaming about and saying; "Where in the heck did that one come from?" I've also heard people say that your dreams will coincide with the last thing you were thinking about before you fell asleep. This is about as helpful to me as a hangnail in my big toe because I NEVER have any memory of my thoughts before I drift off.
I do remember a dream I had a couple of nights ago that I would categorize as bizarre. Let me rewind and give you a little background.
On my 18th birthday (back before God invented dirt) I was in an automobile accident which left me with a split upper lip, a missing chunk of knee, a sprained ankle and more bruises than Carter had liver pills. Can you say stitches? I was very fortunate to have gotten away with minor injuries. Sadly, my car was not.
At any rate, this left a lasting impression on me as I had never been in the hospital before. I'd never (still haven't - knock wood) broken any bones, or had any stitches. Needless to say I was terribly frightened and was grateful that both of my parents were there with me. Mom and Dad had the insight to request a plastic surgeon for my lip, and today I can say that I am thankful for it, because the scar is very minimal, despite the fact that the split was nearly all the way through. At the time, I was just about ready to break the doctor's fingers because he kept taking the stitches out and redoing them because he wasn't satisfied. Apparently, when they do this type of work, they don't numb you up a whole lot because they want to keep the swelling to a minimum while they put you back together. I was not a happy camper at that time.
On a side note, when you have an injury, and your mother (or ANYONE) says to you, "you probably don't want to look at that," TAKE.THEIR.ADVICE. End of side note.
In my dream, there I was, with a split lip again. I could barely talk, and things were just taking forever. The doctor was doing alot of prep work before he began to stitch me back up. The really odd thing was that he took chalk, and made dash marks all the way down my upper lip, continuing on until he reached under my chin. The chalk marks were blue. When I asked him why he did that, he explained that he wanted to mark off what needed to be sutured. He held up a mirror for me to see (it didn't bother me), and the bottom portion of the lip/chin/neck was one black mark which looked surprisingly like someone had drawn a squiggly line with a piece of charcoal. But it was bleeding.
One thing I remember clearly was that I was lying on a cold metal table, butt naked, but very comfortable, as if that was the way it was supposed to be. I had to repeatedly get up and go to the bathroom, but the doctor assured me this was quite normal for anyone having to get stitches. At one point, I went out to the nurses station (keep in mind, butt naked), and in front of more people than I could count, asked them to order me a Cheeseburger and Vanilla Milkshake from McDonalds. All of this felt perfectly normal to me.
I woke up before I figured out how I injured myself (or maybe I don't remember), and before the doctor began his work on me. I remember feeling somewhat discombobulated when the alarm went off and my hand immediately flew to my face to check for stitches. I even had to go look into the bathroom mirror just to assure myself it was a dream. It was THAT real.
Go figure. I can't make stuff like this up. I only report on them.
It's your turn now. What is one of the oddest dreams you have ever had that you remember? Either post it in the comments here, or on your blog (make sure you leave a link). I'd love to hear about it.
Comments
Awesome post!
Your dream was fascinating. I am also glad you survived your teen car accident with minimal damage.
This would make a good blog fodder topic.
I will add it to the list of posts to think about.
Thanks!
Huggles and Love,
Raggedy
Posted by: Raggedy at April 6, 2007 8:35 AM
Wow, that part about "you don't want to look at yourself right now," brought back a lot of memories. I had a car accident on my 19th birthday - wrapped it around a telephone pole - where I actually fell out of my car and slid across the street. The sunglasses I had been wearing shattered and cut a deep gash down my forehead; it was a mess. I looked like Frankenstein, so I can relate to the whole stitches in your face bit.
But as far as my dreams? I can't really remember one specifically, only the feelings I was left with the next morning. I've had dreams so real, SO FREAKING REAL, that i wake up CONVINCED it really happened. I used to have a lot of dreams about my husband having an affair (I'm sure that means something), and waking up totally convinced I had kicked him out of the house. Imagine my surprise and shock upon seeing him merrily eating breakfast the next morning. lol My dreams aren't really bizarre, they are so reality-based that it freaks me out when I wake up.
Great post! Michele says Happy Easter!
Posted by: Write From Karen at April 6, 2007 10:14 AM
Hello, here via Michele
I don't know if I have odd dreams so much as frightening dreams quite a lot. Not Freddy Krueger frightening, but just really upsetting. I usually get so disturbed in my sleep that I force myself to wake up. I remember the summer before I went to college I had a nightmare almost every night.
The last one I remember I was moving into a tall victorian house that was kinda run down. My parents old cat Smokey was in the house, and I was trying to prevent him from going outside, so I shut him in a room. But the door had a gaping hole in it and I saw him run out of the house into a field where he curled up and passed away. I could see this as if I was watching a movie, but I couldn't find anyone to rescue him and he died alone. it was very sad.
I realize that most of my dreams are based on some kind of fear I have, in this case, I know that Smokey is super old and will one day die.
Don't mean to depress anyone! Have a great weekend!
Posted by: leslie at April 6, 2007 4:55 PM
Oh lordy, I have bizarre dreams all the time! :) THIS IS THE LATEST one I've posted.
By the way, I LOOOVE the header up there. Makes me want to head to the islands.
HELLO, Michele sent me!
Posted by: aka_monty at April 6, 2007 6:02 PM
Hello, Michele sent me! Great blog you have here! I have very vivid dreams...2 or 3 a night and I remember them and try to interpret them....as bizarre as they seem upon waking, once interpreted are really helpful. I have so many bizarre ones, can't pick, but lately my dreams have been about someone breaking into the house and I am being so brave and confrontational as to getting them out. Guess I better figure that one out, so the dreams will stop!
Posted by: Ash at April 6, 2007 6:05 PM
for a long time I was convinced that I didn't dream because I couldn't remember them. I still almost never remember my dreams.
I kinda feel cheated, espeically when my wife tells me of her stranger ones.
Posted by: bob at April 6, 2007 11:47 PM
Awesomoe post ;)
I have had soem of those wow .....
Was that real let me check dreams, I dont dream half as much as I would like anymore but I think I know why ;)
As for my weirdest dream it has to be one where I see this thumb or sometimes fingers and they keep expanding towards me as though I am focusing in on them backwards then forwards like I cant seem to focus but the thumb and fingers are kind of surreal..... I always seem to be filled with a wierd kind of dread after this particular dream and I have no idea why ?
Posted by: Oracle at April 7, 2007 9:16 AM
What an incredible dream, too realistic for my taste. That would totally freak me out. I very seldom remember my dreams but the bad ones are just that - horrid. Except this one: While I was in lala-land, I dreamt/heard a funny low growl, right near my face, and woke up with a start, flew out of bed with my heart pounding, turning on all the lights. Not sure what the dream was but it was pretty scary. Something that made that noise was lurking in my room. I didn't sleep till nearly morning. I only realised later, in the clear light of noon, that I had woken myself up that night with a loud, grunting snore!
Have a good weekend...here from Michelle...and thanks for popping by!
Posted by: Kisane at April 7, 2007 9:29 AM
Hi. I'm here from Michele's. I think I'm dreaming right now. It's 18 degrees outside here in Kansas and it's April 7. I guess my calendar is broke, cuz it sure feels like the middle of January.
You wrote a good piece. Enjoyed it.
Posted by: Paul N. at April 7, 2007 9:33 AM
fake German accent:
"oy, wee haf szo much verk to do wid dis one!
Vee better cancel all de rest of de loonies fer de rest off de aufternun!"
-" You get back un zee steel couch und off vid der clothes!"
Posted by: david in the mountains at April 7, 2007 10:33 AM
Hmmm...that's an interesting dream. I'm not sure what to say about that!
Happy Easter to you! (If you celebrate.) Your videos are cute too! Michele sent me today. Hope you're having a great day.
Posted by: Karen at April 8, 2007 9:18 AM
