Strange Dreams

Last night I was sleeping in the basement all by myself. Usually the super dark, quiet, womb like room is my safe haven where I go and enjoy the most peaceful sleep imaginable. But last night, for the first time ever, the bedroom did me wrong.

First dream was set there in the bedroom. In real life I was sleeping on my back with my left leg out of the covers. In the dream a “human presence” opened the closed bedroom door and came into the room. It walked past the foot of the bed and I could see it but not really make it out. As it rounded the corner of my bed it picked up the covers from the foot of the bed and holding them walked towards my head which covered my leg back up. I was trying to call out to it in my sleep. I was trying to wake up but couldn’t. I was scared and creped out, frozen, paralyzed. I was half awake and half asleep but could not get a word to actually come out of my mouth. Then I really did wake up and no one was there.  Still unsure if it was real or not I looked down and my leg was still hanging out from under the sheet and the covers had not been pulled up. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw the door was still closed.

After that dream I understandably decided to read for a bit instead of going back to sleep. By 3 am I told myself to put the tablet down and try and get some sleep before morning.

It wasn’t long before I had another odd dream. This time it was dusk and I was in a trailer park looking for Cynthia, Uwe’s new girlfriend. I wanted to talk to her for some reason. I was pensive about approaching her mobile home and was lingering outside near the road looking at her lit up windows. There were many other characters in the area as most mobile home communities seem to involve drinking cheap beer on the porch and chumming with neighbors. (I speak from experience)

Next thing you know a large rowdy group of partiers come prancing down the road. They were all dressed up like characters from the late 70s. Think Soul Train. One even had a large boom box on his shoulder and they were all dancing as they strolled. It was almost like a costume parade. Mardi gras like? (hey dreams don’t have to make sense!)

Suddenly I see a guy in a white suit (think John Travolta Saturday Night Fever) with a large bushy black mustache and realize it is my husband. At first I feel “caught” because I was not where I was supposed to be. Then I realize he was certainly not where he was supposed to be either…..AND where did he get the suit? And when did he shave his beard into a 70’s stache?

He was laughing and smiling and having a grand old time until he turned and came eye to eye with me. We both stood there just frozen for an awkward moment looking at each other and not knowing what to say. I finally broke the silence and said “don’t worry about it, we'll talk later.” And with that he danced off down the road with his party and someone standing near me said something to me like “don’t worry about it?? Are you crazy??”

Then I woke up.

So….what the heck does this all mean? I do have some ideas about dream #2.

1) I was supposed to do something with Cynthia this weekend and I never confirmed details. She didn’t either. I think we both didn’t really want to see each other, but I think I still felt guilty for not discussing it with her. I am the type of person who feels it is rude to not follow up on tentative plans. I hate being rude. Ugh

2) I have always felt that my husband doesn’t share his life with me or tell me what is going on with him. I know this was a manifestation of me feeling left out of his life. He was out at a big party and I knew nothing of it. He shaved and I didn’t know it. He procured a costume for the party and I didn’t know it. Oddly, I was not offended that I was not invited; I was just upset that I had no idea what he was doing.

3) The white suit probably came from a real costume he wore on Halloween when we were dating. The real one was powder blue not white. Lately all the guys have been wearing goofy mushtashes so no surprise there.

4) We were both wrong in the dream. Both not where we were supposed to be. I guess I am subconsciously thinking we are both at fault in our marriage or that we are both up to sneaky no good things.

5) In the dream when we finally were face to face and something needed to be said he of course was silent. In real life he rarely asks questions or makes comments about what either one of us is up to. SO he was true to form in the dream.  I of course was true to form too. I wasn’t able to think of anything smart to say….so instead I played the “agreeable” card. I am such a doormat.

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Just had an idea about the first dream.  Husband has NEVER EVER come downstairs to the bedroom when I was there.  Not when he knew I was upset or needed to leave or anything.  I admit I don't want him to now, but there was a time where I was heartbroken that he never came to me to check on me when I was upset or to ask me to come back to bed.  So maybe it was him in the dream.  The act of pulling the sheet up so I was covered seemed like it was a kind gesture.  Then again I was fearful the whole time because I had no idea who it was or what there motives were.

Also, once a long loooong time ago I did have an intruder break into my home (in real life) and come into my bedroom.  He was not a nice man and he did not have good intentions.  Without the details lets just say the police kept my sheets and I was scared in my own home for a long time after that.  So for some reason maybe my subconscious was conjuring up that memory???