The Gift of Dreaming

Do you remember your dreams? Do you think they are a message you are supposed to receive and think on? Or are they just your brain’s way of working things out for you while your body rests?

Mine are very vivid, in color, and the ones closest to waking up are sometimes so real that when I do wake up, i confuse the dream with reality. I often talk as I am waking up, as I did the other morning when I said, “There are no more colors” to Todd and Tiller. I wish I could remember what that means, but that one is lost to the ether.

Todd and I talk about dreams often, because he rarely remembers his. When he does remember them, though, they are doozies. (Perhaps he will comment with the story of his ghost dream. I cannot possibly do it justice, it is so funny. When I match that dream story with the sounds he was making while having the dream, I am overcome with giggles.)

I had a wonderful dream last night. Scary and vivid and special, and tied to things going on in my life. We have been watching The Walking Dead on AMC. (I you aren’t watching it, you are dumb. It is awesome, and also, set in Atlanta, which makes it even more fun!) So, the beginning of my dream involved living with a group of survivors or refugees, somewhere out in the wilderness, not unlike the survivor group on The Walking Dead. (Or like the one that I started writing a short story about after having a similar dream while in NC and having seen a Walking Dead episode the night before, then dreaming about that!) Except that, last night, we were not Zombie Apocalypse survivors.

We were survivors of some sort of alien attack. This was no doubt prompted by the announcement yesterday that NASA will have a 2:00 PM Thursday press conference to discuss an astrobiological finding that impacts the search for extraterrestrial life in our universe. The buzz about this press conference was all over Twitter yesterday, and in true nerd fashion, I couldn’t stop thinking about it all day. Not surprisingly, it showed up in my dream.

So, in my dream, there is little explanation for how my group ended up with one, but I HAD THE OPPORTUNITY TO FLY ONE OF THESE GUYS:

I flew this in my dream. Be jealous. Be very jealous.

I flew this in my dream. Be jealous. Be very jealous.

Have you ever had a flying dream? I don’t have them very often, but they are the absolute best dreams out there. It is the most exhilarating feeling in the world to soar over things in dreams. (Ironic, considering I am phobic about both heights and flying.) Except of course, flying dreams pale in comparison to one other kind of dream: the dreams where you get to hang out with deceased loved ones.

At some point during my dream, it was announced that good aliens were coming to earth, or maybe we had befriended the original attacking forces. I don’t know which, in that weird way that dreams are logical at the time, but never make sense when you try to describe them to others. But i was in downtown Atlanta and there were tons of people there, hanging out in the shadow of the Equitable building, waiting for the Alien Welcome Parade to begin. (Shadows of DragonCon, i suppose?) There were people I went to high school with, parents of people I went to high school with, some of Todd’s friends from Auburn, and pretty much any other random person that I can think of ever having met in my life. That guy that served me and Todd poolside rum drinks in Belize and told us about the Temptation Island folks? I think he was in my dream, too.

So, in my dream, i am rushing to find a good spot, and someone links arms with me as I am walking, and I look down and immediately recognize the green and white outfit my Grandma Smith wore. Apple green polyester background, with white polka dots. It was one piece, I think. Head-to-toe green and white polka dots. And grandma was beside me, walking damn well (she was a little wobbly there in the last few years, but not in my dream) and she was just SO EXCITED TO BE MEETING ALIENS! My grandmother was thin, wobbly, gray, and psoriatic. But her smile? Grandma had a million dollar smile, and one of the funniest, most contagious laughs I have ever heard.

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And me? I went to bed last night worrying about all of the things I had to do today. And I woke up this morning having received a precious gift. I got to link arms with my grandma, celebrate something happy, see her smile, and hear her laughter. And today, I feel as if I have been visited by someone special, and I know there are things in this universe that we will never explain, or understand, but for which we must have respect.

  9 comments for “The Gift of Dreaming

  1. Jason
    December 1, 2010 at 1:24 pm

    OK. Love this post. Be jealous – I have a vintage tie fighter.

    Also, you REALLY need to talk to Laura. First, smelling ghosts, now flying dreams.

  2. December 1, 2010 at 3:39 pm

    Thanks, Jason! I think i remember your Tie Fighter, actually. . . Perhaps I will see you two on the 11th?

    does Laura have flying dreams? Have you dreamt about dead people.

    OH MY GOD. I just remembered the dream you had – silver corvette, me and Owen. So thankful that one didn’t go into the unremembered pile!

  3. December 1, 2010 at 5:42 pm

    Love this post too.

    I think they are both a message to think on as well as ways of working things out. There are things in this universe you just can’t explain.

  4. leelee
    December 1, 2010 at 5:54 pm

    Make me cry why don’t you!

  5. December 2, 2010 at 11:12 am

    Figured you would cry, lisa. . . sorry.

  6. December 2, 2010 at 11:13 am

    So, last night, I had a totally freaky full -on zombie dream. Scary at the time, but kinda neat upon waking up. . .

  7. adam
    December 2, 2010 at 4:31 pm

    Sounds like a great one. I love my dreams. I had problems falling asleep, so I started taking melatonin. It makes your dreams even more vivid. Next time you see Aunt Vivian, tell her I said hello.

  8. leelee
    December 2, 2010 at 4:33 pm

    And not to be morbid or anything but I’ll never forget that that was the sweater grandma was wearing when she died. She wore it to Emory!

    “Do you know where you’re going when you die?”

    “I sure do…Emory!”

  9. December 3, 2010 at 10:18 am

    LOL! I forgot she used to say that. I also didn’t know about the sweater – you will remember that I was at school when she died.

    Adam – I take melatonin sometimes. . wonder if that is what made me have the crazy dreams?

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