Weird, Even For Me.

I’ve been having some very bizarre dreams these last few weeks. That isn’t unusual for me, most of my dreams are strange to say the least, but the content has shifted lately to something new, stuff I’ve never dreamt about before. And it has me scratching my head.

Dream #1: A week or so ago I dreamt I was punching kids in the face. Perhaps I should elaborate a bit. In the dream, a bunch of kids were making fun of me. I was disabled (I am not always when I dream) and these kids were mocking me and doing it in that smug way, knowing full well I could do nothing about it. They were egging each other on and ridiculing me over and over, but invariably one of them would get close enough that I could punch him hard right in the face. The smug look was replaced by shock, a bloody nose, some tears and usually running away in fear. The scenario repeated itself over and over, with different gangs of kids, each time ending with a violent punch to the face. And I have to tell you, in the dream, it felt SO good.

Dream #2: I also had a dream in which the kids that live across the street were here in my back yard with some friends, playing. (There are three kids, two boys and a girl. The girl is in the middle age wise. The eldest boy is a little slow, he’s the one Kelly accidentally sent to the hospital due to his nut allergy.) In this dream, the two boys and their friends started misbehaving while the young girl played quietly by herself. They were essentially destroying my back yard, digging holes and messing up the landscaping. I told them several times to stop but they just laughed at me and kept at it, even getting worse. (The older one does not listen to reason, he seems to be incapable of it.) I was trying to be nice because of the eldest ones condition, but eventually I lost it and yelled at them harshly, ordering them to leave and letting them know they were no longer welcome in my yard.  They left, and I turned to the girl. She had done nothing wrong, but she knew she was being kicked out too, that’s just the way it works. Tears were streaming down her face as she packed up her dolls. I motioned for her to come closer and gave her a big hug. She was sobbing now, and I was tearing up too. I told her I was sorry. I said I would talk to Kelly and that maybe if it was OK with her mom, Kelly could take her shopping, just the two of them. I asked if she was ok, she nodded, still breathing in those short sobbing breaths. I watched her walk away feeling completely helpless. (Her whole life will be like this, shortchanged because of her brothers condition, and yet, she loves him and protects him. I see this happen to her again and again and I understand it and it breaks my heart, she a such a great kid. But why did I dream about it?)

Dream #3: This one was by far the most disturbing. For whatever reason, I was on a trip with a large group of people. The group changed often, sometimes it was co-workers, sometimes friends, and often just a group of strangers. We ended up in a large city and everyone was taking pictures. Part of our group went up to a balcony on a building just across from us. When the rest of us noticed the group up there, we started taking pictures of them. When the group saw us taking pictures, they began goofing around and making funny poses for us to snap. It was great fun, and we were all having a good laugh. The group on the balcony seemed to get larger and larger, and pretty soon I was the only one left on the ground taking pictures. I was lying on my back on the grass, steadying the camera, while the group started to form a pyramid. The outdoor balcony also seemed to have gotten higher and higher as the dream progressed. As I tried to stop giggling so I could snap the picture, I noticed there was one guy just outside of my frame on the left. He was being silly and doing cartwheels and handstands. I motioned for him to move closer to the group. He smiled and did so by doing some sort of cartwheel/balancing move using the railing. He lost his balance and went right over the edge, plummeting to his death. (That is where a nightmare is supposed to stop. Not this time.) I heard the sound. I can still hear the sound. It was a bizarre loud cracking sound. Like a huge tree trunk snapping in half. I didn’t see him hit, I had looked away, but I heard it. I screamed for someone to call 911, and I ran to go see. He had landed on his back on a collection concrete pillions. He was mangled and surely dead, but I got closer anyway. I wanted to be sure, I wanted to know if he could still be saved. I reached out and felt his neck for a pulse, but I could not find one. And finally I woke up, my heart pounding. 

Three different dreams, but all of them well outside my normal level of dream weirdness. I’m not quite sure what to make of these. The violence of the first one puzzles me. The second one is a little less puzzling, but I wonder about what the dream is telling me, other than the obvious. And the third dream I really have no idea.

Let me know what you think, I can use some help here.