I’m not feeling the best this weekend, so last night it was pretty early when I decided I just couldn’t keep my eyes open anymore. I turned off my light at 10:26! I think it was worth it, because I’m feeling a little better today, but the “feeling better” and “feeling worse” seem to be coming and going regularly with this cold.
Anyway, thanks to my long hours of sleep last night, I have two crazy dreams that I’m remembering today!
The first, I dreamed there was some sort of massive earthquake, and the continents of the earth shifted. North America split into three separate continents, and one was pretty much fine, the second completely sunk into the ocean, and the third kept getting smaller and smaller because pieces of it kept breaking off and slipping into the ocean. The one that was fine included my siblings and my mom, and the one that kept breaking was where I lived. But my dad was driving his truck somewhere on the one that sunk into the ocean, and no one ever found him. And on my continent, people’s houses kept sinking into the ocean, so rescuers would dig and dig to try to save the people, but they could never find the people when they were digging. It was awful and sad, and very, very weird! What do you think that means? Is there some significance to the fact that my continent kept breaking, and losing people, and getting smaller?
So I woke up around 4:00 a.m. from this dream, and eventually fell back asleep. Thus began the second dream. Matchbox Twenty was coming to the Rec Center in my hometown, and I had volunteered to help out backstage at the show. So I showed up, and helped set up the stage, and then there was nothing to do during the concert so I got to just sit off the side of the stage and watch. In the middle of the show, one of the band members had a fit about his guitar not being where he wanted it, and the other members of the band just walked off the stage to wait until he cooled off. And the audience just sat and watched him get all mad, and eventually he walked off the stage. So the rest of the band came back, and continued to play. Eventually, the pissed off guy came back and joined them again. After the concert was over, it was my job to find Rob Thomas and show him where the food was. So Rob Thomas and I just hung out onstage, talking about music and whatnot, while he packed up his stuff. Then my friend Tiff (someone I know in real life) came and said the pissed off guy wouldn’t come and eat, because he was too busy talking to the audience. Then Tiff and I took Rob Thomas upstairs somewhere where the food was, and we got to sit and eat with the band before they got on their bus and left.
What do you think? Those are some strange dreams. I don’t know what in real life would have triggered them. I wasn’t thinking about earthquakes or the Rec Center or Matchbox Twenty in the past few days…I didn’t eat anything strange before bed…Does sickness make you have weird dreams?… I know that dreaming is good, because it means you’ve reached the deepest stage of sleep, but I wake up feeling like I battled earthquakes and diva guitar players all night, instead of sleeping! I also wonder about the passage of time in dreams. Does a dream take time? Or is it momentary? The Matchbox Twenty dream felt like it took an hour or two. So, since I fell asleep sometime after 4:00, and woke up around 7:30, does that mean that I spent most of that time dreaming? Or did I spend most of that time falling through the sleep stages to reach the dreaming state, and only dream for a few minutes, or even just a moment? And why do I always have to have such weird dreams??? Can’t I dream about laying on a warm beach? Or sitting in a hot tub? Something that will make me wake up feeling rested? And is there anything to make a dream significant or not? Are there any messages to be heard from these dreams?