No, No, NO! Bad Advice, BAD ADVICE!!
Dreams are funny things. They can be so vivid you wake up wondering if it had been a dream at all. I dreamed once that I’d received a letter in the post and then, when I woke up, spent the best part of the morning looking for the damned thing.
Never did find it. Odd that.
Wake Up, Twitter – If I’m Up, So Are You!
Early one morning whilst perusing Twitter (babies don’t care what time they get you up, but when they do, you’d better make sure you have something interesting to keep you awake while they have their bottle) I came across one post that said, ‘everything you dream about is something you’ve seen or done in real life’.
Oh, man, I hope not.
I Can Flyyyyy!!!
I remember many of my dreams, which are generally really nice – dreams of flying or discovering lost tombs (yes, I’ve had one or two of those dreams – Lara Croft has nothing on me). But sometimes I suffer from oddly disturbing dreams. Like the one where I went into my little boy’s room to check on him one night. He was fast asleep in his cot but as I turned to leave I saw an 8-year-old version of him standing next to me in the gloom. The older version of my son grinned up at me and then abruptly disappeared into thin air. I’m pretty sure I’ve never seen an 8-year-old version of my son in real life, so why would I dream of him now? When I woke up from that dream I felt absolutely terrified for some reason and had the worst case of goosepimples and shivers I can ever recall having. It was one of those moments I thought only existed in bad sitcoms where the sleeper sits bolt upright in bed. My flesh literally crawled.
And only a couple of weeks back, I woke up because I was certain I could feel someone holding my hands, which were laying on top of the covers. The hands holding mine were freezing cold – I could feel them. I remember a little voice in my head screeching ‘they’re holding your hands! They’re holding your hands!‘ Again, I woke up feeling terrified and freezing cold with goosepimples running over my skin like a million icy ants.
What makes us dream these things? If it’s our brains sorting out the things its experienced during the course of the day, why would I dream about a futuristic version of my son or that someone with horribly cold hands was holding mine while I slept?
And don’t get me started on the dreams I’ve had about Gene Hackman trying to murder me (I mean, really, why?) or someone shooting me in the back while I walked home from a school I’ve never attended…
Have you ever had strange dreams that have left you feeling spooked or wondering ‘where on earth did that come from?!’