Do you remember your dreams? Not just a ghost of an image, a whisper of a memory scattered throughout the night’s sleep, but all of them every excruciating detail. My wife does. Her dreams are more explicit than a 3D movie, and include full colour, play-by-play narration, stunts and sound effects. And that’s just her telling them to me. She makes them sound so dramatic. They’re usually absurd mundane adventures of herself, her mother or her sisters solving day-to-day problems such as too-tight pantyhose or getting the ring around the collar off a tee-shirt while stuck on the roof of a ten storey building that is cascading merrily down a flooded river valley.
I was flailing away in my sleep the other night and woke her up. I merely carried on snoring. The next morning I was confronted by a very concerned woman who wanted to know just how tortured I was. Was work bothering me, was I upset over something, or was I just stressed out because I had not been invited to drum naked in Beacon Hill Park? None of the above. As far as I was concerned everything was fine.
Yes they mean I was asleep. I never remember my dreams. I have them and I forget them. Makes the day easier.
“Well you’d remember them if you wrote them down.”
So I did. Somewhere in the middle of the dark period between midnight and dawn I woke up grabbed the pen and paper and began scribbling. It woke my wife. I went back to sleep, she was left staring at the ceiling for hours.
At supper that evening she told me it must have been an interesting dream. I went and found the clipboard and all I saw was three pages of scribbling that vaguely stirred some memories of a plane, a bunk bed, some loose change, a dog and a water fountain. Not in that order or all together, I hope.
She asked me if it made sense. I said oh yes, it foretold my entire day.
“There, I told you. Dreams do mean something. What happened?”
“Well, in the news today a plane was hijacked from Japan and landed in Saskatoon. I had no change for the parking meter, the neighbour’s dog deposited a present on the front lawn and I took a drink from the water fountain at work.”
“What about the bunk bed?”
“Oh, that’s the best part. We’re going out to buy one. That way we’ll both get some sleep.”
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