Hey, Marly! I had a dream about you this morning. It was so lovely!
I dreamed I was walking up to this huge yarn shop and there was a field behind it and a little to the left (or was it right?). Anyway. You were sitting in the field surrounded by about 50 knitted and crocheted purses. You were beckoning to me, "C'mon Ruth, we're about to get started!" You had this huge smile on your face (do you have any other kind?) and I couldn't wait to get over there!
That was it. Short but perfect! I took it to mean your Etsy store is going to be a booming success. Of course, I didn't know about your store til this morning.
I've always had these incredibly vivid dreams (in color, even) that I remember in great detail. When I read The Hundred Secret Senses, the older sister teaches the younger how to remember her dreams. She asks what the girl dreamed about. And what happened before that? And before that? That's what I've always done. Ever since I can remember.
I've had some recurring dreams too...
a) Nightmares from VeryBadThings that stopped with therapy and a good life.
b) I used to dream a lot about having to save people. We were always trapped in a big warehouse type building and someone bad was trying to find us. The people I was with were always panicked and paralyzed with fear and I had to be the one to get them out. Sometimes it was just one person, sometimes a group. Often it was a small child I was trying to protect. After Dave and I moved in together, these dreams stopped. Weird.
c) There was this dream I used to have when I was 5 years old and younger. I had this dream All. The. Time. I mean, at least 3 or 4 times a week.
I'd dream I was in this big square tunnel. There was this giant cotton ball blocking the tunnel. On one side of the tunnel, it was filthy - the walls were smeared with grungy dirt - and there were these creatures that looked suspiciously like the Cavity Creeps, only brown and rockier-looking. (Anyone remember the Cavity Creeps?)
On the other side was me. Tiny, under-5-years-old me. My side of the tunnel was white and clean. In the dream, I had to push the cotton ball and the Creeps were on the other side pushing back. There was only one of me and, like, 5 of them. It was really hard to push the cotton ball because, well, it's a cotton ball and it's soft and squishy - my hands would sink in to the elbows. Behind me was a giant, guardian angel being (this was before I ever went to any kind of church, so it wasn't any kind of religious being. I'm not sure where it came from). Some nights I was able to push the creeps, some nights they'd gain ground. The ground they gained would turn grungy and the ground I claimed would turn clean. The angel thing would never help me but would say soothing, comforting, helpful words. Some nights, when I was really losing, I'd beg it to help me. I'd be crying and my arms were like lead. The creature would tell me it couldn't help me but it was OK, because it knew I could do it. So I'd suck it up and try harder.
I'm not sure when that dreamed stopped. But whenever my life would suck or something would be really difficult for me, I'd always remember that dream. I'd remember the comfort I got from that winged being and I'd suck it up and keep going.
Do you guys ever have any recurring dreams? Do you dream at all? Do you remember them? Black and white or color?
Still crazy after all these years, Ruth!