Do you remember your dreams?

As I stated in a previous post, I have been struggling with blog posting lately.  Sure, I have two very sweet, special children who give me more than enough to re-tell... but I am also wanting a break. 

Anyway, I went to google and did a search.  I came upon this site.  THANK YOU

# 31. caught my attention first. "Do you remember my dreams?"


I have always been a very vivid dreamer.  I can remember when I was a little girl, I would lay in bed at night, reciting the following:

Now I lay me down to sleep,

I pray the Lord my soul to keep,

If I shall die before I wake,

I pray the lord my soul to take.

And please let me have good dreams

even in the morning.

The first part is something that is said millions of times a night, in millions of houses around the world.  It is the second part that I made sure to add.  I am very serious about this.  every night.

 

When I stayed with my grandparent's, grandma would always say "sweet dreams" before I went to sleep.  She does it to this day, I have always cherished it.  When I was younger I thought that the phrase was magical and would keep the bad dreams away.  I loved to hear her say it.  You know, my grandmother has very special powers :) 

 

The dreams... oh, the dreams.  When the dreams were good, they were good.   When they were bad... well, let's just say I can still remember them.  The bad ones, they kept coming... over and over and over.

One of the worst ones that I can remember involved a midget.  He lived under my grandmother's table in her kitchen.  He wore green and a brown top hat.  He had facial hair and an ear ring.  *side not: we do not knock when we go to grandma's we just walk in... that is normal*  In my dream, I am walking into my grandmothers house from the back door, turn the corner to go into the kitchen and the guy jumps out from under the table.  He almost grabs me everytime.  I still to this day wake up with a scream.  

Dreams for me aren't always scary.  Sometimes they are purely freaky.  Especially when the below happens:

When living in New Mexico, I would have the same dream over and over.  I would hear bells and see yellow... it would be so strange.  It would occur at the end of a completely different dream, sort of like ending credits.  It didn't frighten me, so I just went with it. 

The first day of school in Roosevelt, Utah I had a 5th period gym glass.  We played basketball and right before the bell rang I had a chill.  The school mascot was a cougar and across the west wall a huge yellow cat was painted.  One of the guys that was playing wore bells on his shoe laces.  Just like the dream.  exactly like the dream

 

When I moved to Purcell, it was in the spring and because I didn't run track or play slowpitch softball, I enrolled in off-season.  Myself and two girls would go to the gym afterschool to work out.  It wasn't until a couple of weeks later, I was taken into the girls locker room.  Again, I got the chills.  There in the middle of the room was a couch that I had dreamed of since we lived in Utah.  I am very serious.

This happens to me all of the time.  At first, it completely freaked me out.  Now I just look at it like it is a way for me to know I am chosing the correct path.

Lastly, I am very vocal when I sleep.  There were many nights during my senior year that my grandmother spent in my bedroom when I got home.  I always wondered how she knew every.single.thing. i did.  

As I have gotten older, the bad dreams have mostly disappeared.  Now I have daydream fears about my kids! ha.

Sadly though- I think I gave my dream issues to Blayne... he seems to do what I did.  I hope I don't have to teach him my addition to the prayer.

Until next time...