Life or Something Like That

Have you ever wondered where the faces come from in your dreams?  I am a prolific dreamer and often when I wake up in the morning I wonder what on earth could have triggered some of the bizarre motion pictures that constituted my dreams.   But even more often I wonder who the people actually are in my dreams because they bear no resemblance to anyone that I consciously know.  I am seeing hundreds of faces daily, at work, on the street, on the train, in the shopping malls, and I wonder if somehow these faces come back to me when my eyes close.  The curious thing is that it isn’t the truly bizarre faces that peer at me in the dark, but some regular type face.

       Even more curious is when I dream about my pets only the pets have no relation to what they look like in real life.  That seems to me to be going to extremes of disconnection.  When my little Cherie starts looking like an orangutan I have to tell you that I wake up in a sweat and desperately seek out what is exactly lying at the foot of my bed.  At the same time I am hoping that my feet are still attached to my legs.  The other night I woke up and was happily surprised to see the house was still standing as in the dream I had just left my house was burning down around my ears while savage Apaches were about to bear down on me to lift my scalp.  This is a nightmare I have had on and off since I was a little kid who was sent to bed after watching Gary Cooper in The Conqueror.  I woke up in the middle of the night yelling but no sound would come out because my throat was petrified with fear.  This morning when I woke up my throat was raw also but this time it was because I am still suffering from a terrible cold.

       It’s good to know that sometimes we are still just a little kid when we slip into our dreams.