Greetings, readers. Last night I experienced one of the more frustrating nights of sleep that I’ve had to endure in a long time. I know that people seldom remember every dream that they have in one night, but last night I counted four of them and remembered each one with relative clarity. I woke up this morning around 9:00 more exhausted than when I went to bed.
All four dreams had one person from my past in common; my high school girlfriend named Marilee [last name withheld for privacy reasons]. The first dream began at my best friend Dave’s house, with folks who live in my building mixed in the gathering. It was some kind of large dinner party, perhaps a holiday. Rather quickly, trouble arose, I got angry, and went home. When I got home, the first thing I wanted to do was call my girlfriend, which I did. It was Marilee, but a version the same age as I am now. She wanted me to come see her and I happily obliged. Now, Marilee and I in real life were never a romantic couple. In this dream, although not hot and heavy, we were certainly more of what people would consider a romantic couple to be. How nice it was to have someone to say I love you to and have them respond positively. That dream ended at 3:25 in the morning. What happened next was remarkable.
After a brief time up, I went back to sleep, and before I knew it I was almost continuing the same dream. I honestly can’t remember that ever happening to me. The second dream involved my Goddaughter, Ashley, Dave’s older daughter, with a big tattoo on her left shoulder. And again, Marilee was there to listen to what I had to say. I can’t quite remember whether I was objecting to Ashley’s tattoo or not, but Marilee was once again someone to talk to.
The third dream involved David and I in some sort of ritualistic wrestling contest in the front yard of my parent’s old house. It was pro wrestling gone wrong. I didn’t remember this next point until just now. When Dave and I were teenagers, in hotels on the way to Maine, sometimes we two rambunctious boys who were brothers at heart would play wrestling matches before the NFL preseason game began. Yes, boys will be boys; both Dave and I loved our wrestling. I do remember Marilee being in that dream also, but she was getting younger, as I guess we all were in my dream sequences.
The final dream, which I could only recall a brief moment of, was with Marilee as a little girl maybe eight or nine years old, with her mother standing behind her adjusting the collar of Marilee’s shirt. I was never so thankful to hear an alarm clock as I was this morning.
I’ve got a ton of imagery to sort out and already two friends have given me ideas to think about as to what my dreams meant. Must they mean something? I think all dreams mean something in their own way. I believe I will be faced with hours of reflection and many chances to unravel the mysteries. I have often looked for Marilee on Facebook and Twitter, but not knowing her married name doesn’t help much. Please, Lord, no dreams tonight. I don’t think I could handle any.
If anyone wants to chime in with their dream analysis, please feel free to do so. Until Friday, take care, stay well, and happy reading.