Having an imagination combined with the sleep that comes when you are truly exhausted produces some strange dreams.
Last night, I was a world traveler in my dreams, yet each time it was Sunday, I was seated in church in my home ward, yet oddly surrounded by not only the local ward members, but the people from wherever I had been traveling.
I try not to over analyze these oddities in my dreams, but sometimes, I do wonder about it a bit...
Rick said it was all possible through beaming technology, which would sort of be cool to have.
I was also holding somebody's baby and giving it a bottle of formula. Adding to the visual display of odd and truly random thoughts in my dreamscape, my best friend from college years was sitting beside me in church as I was taking care of this very cute, fuzzy-headed baby.
The dreams I have often involve travel, feats of skill which I lack the simple animal cunning to duplicate and bravery beyond the norm. I don't know why I dream these things and Freudian analysis is too expensive and would probably ruin my dreams anyway.
Some of my favorite dreams are the episodic ones that seem to pick up where they left off the night before. I guess they are my personal version of "must see TV" to make up for the abyssmal lack of decent programming on television.
There are times where I wake up at a crucial, but cliff-hanging moment only to pick right up the next night as if the waking hours were simply an extremely long commercial break. Which sort of makes sense, since I had to get up to go to the bathroom anyway, the break made perfect sense and was rewarded by coming back into the "program" right where I had left off.
Then, there are the nights that I am plagued by horrible dreams that no one should ever see or experience. I deem these nights the horror shows of my mind and try to flush their ill effects from my memory as quickly as possible. I haven't ever liked scary movies, and to have a reel of horror show images in my head is often more than my sleep-deprived body can bear.
While reading the comics section of the newspaper years ago, I came across a comic that was talking about dreams. I believe it was from "They'll Do It Every Time". The woman was prancing about in the first frame in a beautiful meadow dream. The caption read... "have a beautiful dream you wish you could repeat, and it is gone forever". The second frame showed the same woman sweaty, frazzled and horrified as a dream filled with skulls and horrible images was pictured. The caption to this side read, "But have a nightmare, and it last forever!" The woman was pictured as saying "Oh, no, not again!"
That is precisely my point. Although I do sometimes get the beautiful repeating dreams, I also often experience the dreams that are horrifying yet repeat as if they want to ensure that I will lose even more of my well earned beauty rest.
Thankfully, it seems those nights of bad dreams aren't too frequently. And when they do come, I know what to do to combat them.
At any rate, I would like to enjoy some of the places my soul apparently vacations when not encumbered by my body. And I know it would be great because on Sunday, I could still attend church with family and friends in my home ward while I am still in church with the natives from whatever locale I am popping in on during my dreams.
God bless and sweet dreams to you later on tonight!
