See, I’m naturally a good sleeper. I lie down, I read for about two pages, and then, wham! Out like a light until kitties wake me up in the morning with the birdsong. Except for in times of high stress, ironically when sleep is most important to well-being. Then, what I like to do is to go to sleep, which takes slightly longer than usual but still does happen, have terrible vivid dreams, wake up unable to return to sleep for like 3 hours, and then finally find my way back to sleep to have different terrible vivid dreams.
Dream #1: At some party at a friend of The Dude’s (and the “friend,” whom bears no relationship to any of his actual friends, kept trying to make out with me), but my HS BFF was in town and so I was there with her. There were all of these Alice-in-Wonderland-style drug stations, and I kept losing HS BFF in the crush of people, and The Dude kept wanting me to do drugs and then participate in a re-enactment of a scene in a movie. (He, who shaves his head, was wearing a mullet wig, which kept making me not recognize him.) I didn’t want to because I knew that HS BFF would want to go home, but then when we tried to leave the one set of stairs wasn’t safe to walk down and the other exit was this enormous rickety slide that weirdo party-goers were racing up, and so we couldn’t get out. The dream ended with The Dude’s BFF showing up and saying to me “So, I see you’re finally seeing the other side of The Dude’s horse.”
The above has all of the classic elements of my typical anxiety dream. Too many people who are all partying while I am not, losing somebody that I’m supposed to be responsible for, a house that has too many rooms, etc. You’d think that since it’s all so familiar it wouldn’t bother me enough to make me wake up and then stay awake for three hours.
Dream #2: So I’ve got this house that is my “dream house.” Most people are familiar with the “house-that-is-not-my-house” thing that happens in dreams, but for about the past… year maybe? Not very long, the “house-that-is-not-my-house” is always the same house (which is good because it’s less likely to freak me out because of navigation problems, as in the Party House of dream #1). In this version of the dream, 1) all of the neighborhood cats had found a way to come in the basement, and so it was like a strange kitty fight club with my cats every day in the basement. I couldn’t figure out how to close off where they were coming in, but they also didn’t respond when I tried to shoo them, as if I wasn’t there. (I’ve also been having recurring “too many kittens/cats” dreams for about the past six months.) 2) My mom and I were trying to plant something in the yard? But then there was some sort of crazy monsoon or something? 3) There was something about the third floor of the house that was a problem… I can’t remember what. (My Dream House has three floors plus a basement. The third floor must be a converted attic, but it has one small room, a tiny kitchenette, and a very large room that is kind of like a studio apartment. The second floor has four bedrooms, each of which is off of a hallway, and it has a bathroom like the one that was at my Grandparents’ house when I was little. The first floor has a kitchen and other rooms that I’m never in during my dreams so I don’t know what they are like. The basement is a terrible place, totally unfinished, and like some sort of den of horrible things. Oh, which reminds me I was also trying to do laundry while trying to deal with the cat infestation problem.)
Now, I’m not going to spend a lengthy time on dream interpretation here. I actually both dreams are about professional anxieties and not personal ones, although obviously personal things do affect things. But so now I’m tired and I have a ton of stuff to do, which I must do so that I don’t keep having anxiety dreams.