Nightmare on Jake Street
I go full out retard with nightmares, and it’s not fun. My nightmares are lengthy, involve complex plots, and sometimes have soundtracks or credits. Last night I had a big time nightmare, and I wanted to jot it down, so that I don’t forget it. It was horrible, terrible, and so frightening.
Damn. I forgot it.
Important people in our lives who are suffering, in danger, or killed sometimes is the main focus of my nightmares. In this particular dream, I watched a loved one be kidnapped, beaten, and all I could do was be a “bystander” because I was on the outside looking in to this scenario. The “ready, set, go” kicker for the dream was basically that I had to save this person, and I had access to see them in their captive state the entire time I was trying to find them. Distressing.
Alarm clock. *snooze*
Back to nightmare. Same scenario, person in danger, trying to find them, getting closer. Time is running out.
Alarm clock. *snooze*
Back to square one, person in danger, trying to find them, getting worse. Time is almost out.
Alarm clock. *SHIT*
I had to get up for work, I could not sleep any longer, and the dream was so vivid and so real that I left my house feeling as if I had a loved one in danger that I could not rescue. I called, they were ok. Doesn’t matter, the dream left me uneasy. This isn’t the first time I have had this dream, albeit with different people, different geography, but same situation – helplessness.
Dream interpreters conclude that helplessness means, in all cases, that: “To dream that you are or feel helpless suggests that you are experiencing difficulties in confronting a situation or relationship. You feel that you are unable to take charge of yourself.”
That makes perfect sense, at least right now, because my ability to be responsible and independent is being threatened by enormous unexpected debt and a overwhelming sense of pride. The means is not justifying the ways, and while people may think “ok, tone down your lavish lifestyle…” —- um, that is something I certainly have never done. I can’t even afford a vacation right now, much less anything else.
Anyway, to get my dream resolved I have to resolve myself.
Resolving one’s one personal demons are not as easy as one may thing, especially when the nightmares have not stopped. In fact, I keep having the same dream over and over – and last night proved to be extremely bizarre. Why? I was awake. My closet light went off by itself, and I thought it was the bulb – it wasn’t. The switch was flipped off, while I was relaxing in bed – all by itself. The cats went crazy and started meowing towards the closet door, and then started watching my bedroom door. I sat up and watched as the door to my bathroom closed on it’s own.
So maybe there is more to these nightmares, maybe they are not me. I am not going crazy, I think something happened that I can’t put my finger on, and I am not using the word “ghost,” because I am a big skeptic. So what is it?
Jake A. Wheat