My dreams are back. They leave me from time to time-mainly because I don’t sleep well. But I have packed in a few doozies this week! It has been this way for some time.  I think I could be one of those people who says they really only need 4 hours of sleep-but maybe not. I love a good afternoon nap-but those are rare. I am not one of those people who boasts  “why sleep?  “you can sleep when you die…”  I don’t need 8 hours-but I do need good dream sleep.  Deep dream sleep. 

I never have super hero dreams- not unless you count the one I had with Marky Mark- when we were action heroes-not the same thing I know-but still…and I was going through a time of complete vulnerability- so I can see the connection-but still- No cape wearing letter adornment on my chest super hero dreams……I don’t have standing naked on a stage dreams-probably because- when I am working on a show I feel naked anyway while I am on stage-naked to the soul..winkwink-actor speak………I don’t have falling someone catch me dreams-or being chased through the woods dreams……I have dreams that seem so real to me I could reach out and become a part of the dream.  I have dreams that leave me crying or laughing-dreams that I could swear depicted another life at another time.  3D super real at times dreams.

For instance:  Early on while setting up home health care aides for my mother-and trying to navigate that whole world-and coming to grips that strangers will now be in the house-and trusting that I have to trust-an aide came into our lives through a very reputable agency.  There was no need or cause for concern.  However, there was something about her that was off-though we could not put our finger on just what is was- being around her and talking to her made me feel like I was in a Stephen King novel.  Was she just odd or were we in trouble?………..we asked the agency about any background information we could be privy to-we double checked her information-and with the exception of her confessing she was ” a bit hyper”- we could not find anything wrong.  We had to trust we might just be a little over protective. This was all new to us.   Long story short- she was a bit more than hyper-and was slowly moving in to my mom’s house, while stealing her medication and other items from my mother’s home.  Once she was caught-when we finally did uncover an extremely troubled background-she called the house several times- drunk- begging to speak to “mom”.  It actually freaked me out-and suffice it to say- she was fired.   Warrants were issued and new safety measures put into place.  She has never been heard from since.  BUT, the other night, I had a dream she was secretly living in my mom’s garage with her three children……….In the dream I had gone in the garage for some boxes and crazy woman,  with her hair all disheveled, rounded the corner and asked me how “mom” was doing.  She looked strung out and said her kids were starving- then asked if I could bring them something to eat…..She seemed so real I tried, in my sleep, to reach for her throat. Suddenly I woke -up and my husband was choking……naaaaaaa, I’m just kidding-but the dream was real.  Real enough I called around the next day to make sure that nut case was somewhere far away from my mother.

Perhaps, just maybe, I’ll try having one of those naked dreams?  Perhaps.