Dreams...the kind you are not conscious for!

It is a known fact that everyone dreams, and also that many people do not remember them. I have been known to have some pretty unique dreams. Many times I can figure out what prompted the idea, and other times...holy cow...what was that all about?

Take last night, for example. I'm thinking the connecting element was probably the fact that I had left my porch door unlocked so that a friend could to pick up some paperwork that I had proofread for her. And from that...

There was someone outside the door, who then quickly entered the house. She wanted to hide out for a bit because the paparazzi was always following her every move. Who was it? Jennifer Aniston!!! I was very surprised that she chose my house, and since she needed a rest, we [spouse and I...huh?] prepared the spare room for her. Stupid stuff like not being able to find a matching set of sheets, and the sight of the TV on its side was annoying. Really...far out.

Some past dreams vie for the 'far out awards' and have been known to cause laughter in varying degrees. It is a common dream to arrive somewhere without your clothes. Case in point was my anguished dream of standing in the front of my classroom and covering up my unclothed body by standing behind an opened-up Samsonite blue suitcase!! {I owned one.}

Another took place in June when there was a substitute teacher in one of the 5th grades. My dream: The two of us were out on the playground with recess, and we raised one hand so that the kids would line up in front of their homeroom teacher to go inside. I was very surprised [and embarrassed] by the sub's behavior because she was dressed in shorts and smoking a cigarette. And who do you suppose came walking across the field to where we were assembling the kids?? The superintendent of schools [!] who told us that smoking was only allowed in the faculty room. [not true, by the way...there was no smoking in the building, and I didn't smoke anyway!!] So we go into the building and walk through the hallway to find the faculty room and there is no door there.

I said, "Well it just can't disappear. It would be like losing one of the fifty states!"

Then we see it, go inside, and there is a mural on the wall of...The Last Supper!!

Whatever happened to the separation of church and state? Freud would have a field day analyzing some of my adventures.

School was often a regular theme: I [dreamt] that while trying to call in sick from a clinic in Mexico [was in the Soc St curriculum] I could NOT get a phone connection to go through. Another dream had me getting stopped by the police, and was written a ticket for a disorganized pocketbook!

On the serious side, in May of 1967, my brother unexpectedly died in a naval accident. When I graduated from high school the next month, I experienced the most vivid dream that he was there in the back of the church. Certainly, I was the only one who could see him.

Dreams fascinate me. They are intriguing, funny, bizarre, scary... What if we have a whole different life as we sleep.

I would be interested in your thoughts. And for Pete's sake, I can't be the only one who has had some pretty strange dreams!!