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Dreaming of Elephants and Other Stories

"So," I tell ballistabob this morning. "Can you tell me why you gave me a baby elephant last night?"

"Only if you tell me why Robert de Niro turned out to be Dracula and tried to implant an electronic device on my chest," he replies without missing a beat.

Ahhh, the beauty of dreaming . . .

I dream every night.

Good dreams, bad dreams, recurring dreams, dreams that tell me what is about to happen and dreams of people who have passed away.

I dream.

Every. Single. Night.

My therapist says that I am lucky, and that most people stop remembering their dreams once they hit adolescence. Yet, some of us keep dreaming like we never grew up, and even end up having an entire bunch of places where to go back. Streets, houses, malls, people, even rivers and skies and trees. They are all there in our dreams, ready to welcome us.

Honestly, one of the reasons why I have a hard time waking up in the mornings is that I am usually so caught up on what's going on in my dream, that it's difficult to turn it off and make the jump to the world of reality.

Besides, it's a great way of keeping in touch with dead people.

Dead people like to come visit in dreams. I have quite interesting conversations with my father, for example, which makes me wonder how different is the other world compared to this one. It does seem that some of the issues remain the same.

Go figure.

Of course, it does have the glitch that some of your visitors may turn out to be dead ex-husbands, but there's no helping it. Once you realize that there is nothing to worry about it, you can just say hi and move on. Life continues (or death, or whatever), and we just chill.

Another thing is nightmares. Sometimes it gets too scary and weird even for the likes of me. However, years ago I learned to remember that it is only a dream and that I can change it. This has the result of feeling a "disturbance in the force" in the flow of the dream, which is kind of weird.

Some other dreams are disturbing. However, as long as I remember that I have no control overy what my brain decides to throw at me that night, there is no reason to feel guilty about it. Or at least, it allows me to push it aside and chalk it up to that part of me that I can tap only when I am asleep.

Nothing wrong with that.

The other kind of dream is the one that talks to me about what is about to happen. Those are really freaky, but they allow me just to sit back and wait for the other shoe to drop. And the Manolo Blahniks usually do. Those are quite reliable dreams, except that they have their own twists and turns. Nothing is entirely what it seems.

Of course, there are those other moments in which I feel that one can have a foot in this reality and a foot in another, even when you are awake.

One of my favorite experiences was when I was attending Law school, and I wasn't even dating the guy that would become my first husband. Hence, I wasn't pregnant or even thinking of getting pregnant. Yet, there I was, walking downtown, minding my own business, when all of a sudden I catch a figure from the corner of my eye.

It was a tallish, slim, dark young man with curly hair. He seemed to be about 18 to 21 years old. I turned my head, and there was no one there.

"Oh," I told myself. "That's my son."

And he was. My dark child was my first kid, and if you look at him today, he looks just like that. When things were the worst with him, and when I was worrying whether or not he would survive to be an adult, I remembered that I had seen him at 21, and I knew that I would not have to go and identify him on a slab. It was strangely reassuring, yet my worries remained the same.

Today, he is a hardworking young man and I am incredibly proud of him. And knowing that he'd be around at least for his 21st birthday was an incredible relief at the time.

Something similar happened with El Brato. When I was pregnant of him, and in those days you would not know what the gender of your kid was until you actually delivered him, I remember going to bed and closing my eyes and seeing this little blond guy, about six years old, wearing shorts and socks and a school uniform.

And that was my young kid. He looked exactly as I saw him.

No, I am not psychic. I have just learned to accept that dreams and premonitions exist and that they will come to you, as long as you are willing to accept them and listen to them.

But I still think that baby elephants are very cute when young, but what am I going to do with it when it grows up? I wonder if this one will show up again in another dream . . .

That'll be a lot to clean up in the back yard.



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Apr. 4th, 2008 03:32 pm (UTC)
Henry would like to play with your elephant. He was looking for one at Petco yesterday.
Apr. 4th, 2008 03:35 pm (UTC)
He's welcome to play with it any time. This particular baby elephant fits in the palm of my hand. However, I wonder how big it will grow. That's a lot of picking up to do after walkies. :-)

Edited at 2008-04-04 03:35 pm (UTC)
Apr. 4th, 2008 03:37 pm (UTC)
I don't remember my dreams every night, but I remember them much of the time. Like you, I have also had dreams which came true. I get it from maternal unit M (these kinds of "premonitions" are not unusual in her family.) I dreamt about my children (both the one I lost and the one I'm about to have), I have had warning dreams about certain people or events, etc.

Maternal unit M dreamt about my second husband a decade before he and I met. Within 10 minutes of meeting the Navigator, she told me privately that we would be getting married. I asked her months later, after we had become engaged, "Was the Navigator the man you saw me marrying in your dream 10 years ago?" She just smiled.
Apr. 4th, 2008 03:44 pm (UTC)
My favorite conversations with Luke are the ones where he tries to justify why we should have something like, say, an elephant. Me: Where would he sleep? Luke: In my bedroom, next to my bed. Me: But he wouldn't fit through the door. Luke: Oh, well, he can sleep in the living room. Me: But he wouldn't fit through the *front* door. Luke: Oh, well, he can sleep in the back yard--but he'd be lonely.
Apr. 4th, 2008 04:05 pm (UTC)
The kid gets points for trying :-)
Apr. 4th, 2008 04:00 pm (UTC)
Those are fascinating dreams. I love the occassional lucid dreams I get; although, I'm remembering fewer and fewer of them.
Apr. 4th, 2008 04:44 pm (UTC)
Remembering dreams is both fascinating and terrifying, but really, really cool.

BTW, I love your icon.
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Apr. 4th, 2008 04:12 pm (UTC)
Isn't it awesome? Apparently not everyone does. I am seriously thinking of keeping a journal of my dreams. It would be private, as they get really weird and I don't want to bore anyone with those, but it would be interesting to see how they play out one after the other. :-)
Apr. 4th, 2008 04:34 pm (UTC)
That's so interesting.
I have the exact same thing - I dream every night and sometimes can't wake up because I"m busy in the dream.

Poor Roland does not remember his dreams and has to patiently endure "... I had the strangest dream. Last night, Batman, Superman, Larry Hagman and a bunny all moved into an ice palace together..."

Apr. 4th, 2008 04:43 pm (UTC)
Batman, Superman, Larry Hagman and a bunny all moved into an ice palace together..."

That sounds like the beginning of a joke! LOL.

Yeah, Marcellus doesn't remember his dreams most of the time, although he gets a kick out of listening to mine.
Apr. 4th, 2008 04:46 pm (UTC)
I should call and tell Marcellus my dreams and leave Roland alone. He'd probably be very grateful :-)
Apr. 4th, 2008 04:48 pm (UTC)
Now that would be really funny!
Apr. 4th, 2008 05:32 pm (UTC)
I only remember a few dreams anymore. And usually only the freaky ones because I think I wake myself up during them.

I had a dream several years back that one of my friends was pregnant. I called her up and we joked about it since she wasn't even thinking about getting pregnant. She called me back a couple weeks later and said, "hey, remember that dream you had, the one we laughed about. Guess we shouldn't have laughed." She was apparantly pregnant at the time and didn't know it. Freaky.
Apr. 4th, 2008 05:36 pm (UTC)
I dream in color.

I don't have recurring dreams as much as I have recurring places. Places that don't exist in reality.

I LOVE dreaming.
Apr. 4th, 2008 05:41 pm (UTC)
I dream all the time - it's like watching a tv show, only you're in it. Very vivid, and I remember sight, touch and sound, but no smells or tastes. Used to have a lot of nightmares too, until I learned that trick of taking over the dream and making it go the way you want it to. I just replay the scene over now till I come up with a better result :)

Though it's odd, I'm usually someone else in my dreams, very seldom myself. When it's me, it's in a familiar locale (school, Grandma R's house, etc.) and I'm usually looking for something, or running away or hiding from someone. The rest of the time, it's sooo far away from being me, and I don't even know where it comes from. Once I was a fighter pilot, I could see the whole control board in the cockpit, knew how to fly the plane, and I got shot in a dogfight, and when i woke up later, i could still feel the spot in my shoulder/chest where I got hit. Can still remember now how it felt... past lives maybe? Or maybe I watched an old WWII movie and it stuck.. *grinz*

Now I take my dreams and use them as fodder for writing. For use in short stories, or for ideas for characters in role-playing games, etc. I rerun the dream with different characters instead of 'me', change the outcomes, etc. I actually to look forward to my dreams now :)
Apr. 4th, 2008 05:57 pm (UTC)
Ohmygod. Your icon. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Please o please o please, may I steal?
Apr. 4th, 2008 06:09 pm (UTC)
heh, sure :) Made a bunch of these at one point, based on "inspirational" posters for gamers

Apr. 4th, 2008 08:09 pm (UTC)
I remember my dreams regularly. Ought to start writing them down, so they stick with me longer.

About a month ago, I had a week of dreams I remembered vividly but have since forgotten them because I didn't write them down.

One sort of weird aspect is that when I dream of "home" it is always the house I grew up in. In the dream, I can be married to my current husband, with the kidlet, and if I have a dream of "home" we're living in that same tiny house in rural SE Va.

Apr. 5th, 2008 09:06 pm (UTC)
I don't always remember my dreams but the ones I do are usually me working through an issue or a premonition. Most of my premonitions deal with pregnancies. I have been fairly accurate with good friends who have found out they are pregnant after one of my dreams. Though I have had a few others that were not baby related that came to fruition.

I don't think I have ever dreamt of super heros or elephants but it sure sounds fun!
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