Do you ever wonder what’s in a dream? I mean, when you have a nightmare, is it because of the pepperoni pizza you ate the night before or the Stephen King movie you watched before bed--or is it something deeper?
Wish I had the answer. I only know that I clobbered my husband the other night, and I don’t even know what I was dreaming. Maybe that whole getting nothing for Valentine’s thing is catching up with us, I don’t know.
There’s the night I waved my hands wildly in the air and insisted that I didn’t want to dance. Or the time he screamed and said (through sleeptalk) that there was a shadow at the end of our bed. He continued sleeping. I pulled the covers over my head and stared at the blanket threads the rest of the night.
There are happy dreams too. The kind that takes place in a field of daisies and Doris Day shows up. Then there’s the one where I won a fifteen minute shopping spree at DeBrand’s Chocolates.
So what kind of dreams do you have? And what do you think, is there anything to it besides the pepperoni pizza?