I love dreams. The mystery behind them. Last night, I had a dream. Not a visionary dream, but an actual dream. I don’t often remember my dreams, but this one is super crazy special because it showed me how mysteriously powerful our minds are — even while sleeping!
So, I had this dream that Marco, Daniela, and I were at this really big church. I think it was the church we just left, but like 10x bigger, which is saying a lot. It had this level (in my dream) where you could browse different shops that church members owned. One shop was a tattoo place and I wanted to stop and see how much it would be to touch mine up. (I have one in real life that needs touching up and Marco and I were talking about it yesterday, so that makes sense for it to be in my dream). In real life, Marco is not a fan of tattoos and would have preferred I came to him sans art, but you can’t always get what you want. In my dream, Marco says [insert attitude] “We don’t have time for this. Come on, let’s just go.”
I say, [insert snotty tone] “It’ll just take a minute, can’t you just wait?”
Well, I guess not because he walks off. The tattoo people start doing this crazy, ultra-sound-type of thing on my tattoo and I keep saying all I want is a price quote. I start getting antsy about Marco walking off and I’m frustrated with that tattoo people so I finally tell them to stop.
None of this has to do with the super crazy special part of my dream, but it lays the groundwork. Roll with it.
Right before I walk into the main area of the church that leads to the sanctuary, It gets pitch black outside and tornado alarms start sounding. Everyone starts running for the doors, but I see Daniela hanging out by the kids entrance so I run over to her and assure her that the alarms are just a precaution. I call Marco to see where we should meet, but he picks up the phone, spits out “I don’t want to talk to you!” and hangs up. Great.
Daniela and I start moving against the flow of people, working our way into the sanctuary where I assume Marco is.
This is where is gets good.
I start realizing in my dream that I’m dreaming and that I could wake up and be done with it all. Wait, it gets better. I contemplate this as Daniela and I work our way through this children’s play place: up the rope ladder, through the tunnel, past the water slide. Dreams are cool like that. I’m thinking that it would be really nice to wake up so that Marco’s not mad at me, but then I remember that if I wake up, Daniela won’t be there because in real life she’s at her moms house for two weeks. This pains me something fierce and I hold tighter to Daniela’s hand. We go a little further and we can hear the rain pounding on the roof of the building. Daniela gets that scared/panicked look in her eyes and I realize that I have to wake up, if only to get Daniela out of this situation. I stop her and sit down, pulling her onto my lap. We don’t say anything, but I hug her tight and decide to wake up. Bam. I’m awake. Just like that. End of dream.
Our bedroom is dark and a little too warm, but I roll over and put my arm around Marco. He unconsciously squeezes me close and I sigh. Everything feels just right. It’s still dark outside, so I close my eyes and let my mind wander. I remember picturing Daniela as the tiny little girl I first met and then just like that, I’m asleep again, though I don’t realize it until I wake up to sunlight.
I’ve had dreams where I know I’m dreaming, and even dreams where I wake myself up. But I’ve never had a dream where I realized that there would be a real world consequence for coming out of my dream. When I realized that waking myself up would mean saying goodbye to Daniela, I was torn. I had these complex emotions that had to be sorted through. Stay dreaming even though Marco’s mad at me here, or wake up and lose Daniela’s presence? Even though I knew I was dreaming, I could feel the warmth of Daniela’s hand. She was there with me, even though she really wasn’t. It was as much reality to me as waking up in bed was. But then, when I saw the fear in her eyes, nothing else mattered. Even while dreaming, that instinct kicked in and I’d have done anything to get her out of that situation.
Dreams are incredible. And fascinating. But our minds create them! That, to me, is the really awesome thing. How powerful our minds are to create these worlds for us! I wish dream interpreters were still as prevalent and trusted now as they were centuries ago, I think I would have made a pretty fabulous dream teller.