Dream Of An April Fool

Such dreams I have!

Should I ever bother to try and interpret them, I'd most likely implode lol but sometimes I learn more than expected, probably because my consciousness is open and alert.

Around dawn, the REM time for dreaming, I entered into something quite odd for me - a dream I couldn't control - a non-lucid dream.  These can be frightening as I'm accustomed to being able to insert a superhero or even my deceased Father into a nightmare to save the situation.  All my life I've been a lucid dreamer.  In high school I was prone to night terrors but only a short while.  As a young person it became clear that most of my real adventures seemed to take place in dreams.  My waking life was lively enough, but now as I age and find untold wisdoms in the smallest stone, I look to those dreams as guides, for direction, for self knowledge, for insight.

Yet something went off course in this non-lucid dream.  It went on and on without me!  All my living loved ones, family, friends, relatives, were animals of a kind.  If they were dead of body, they were plants or flowers.  If they were dead and mythical (Zeus) they were vegetables, like carrots.  Let me tell you more, unless you're already on the floor in hysterics lol. 

I was standing "guard" in front of our now-sold-to-another-family house, where we all grew up.  My brother Chris was a small moose with a mink stole, his wife was a purple butterfly with a flower pattern on her wings.  She was the Mayor of our "enclave".  I was a cockroach, meant to last.  We were on the alert because a large Aztec Indian chief was invading our village!  I felt sleeping fear in the part of my brain which controls emotions, but this was different, I couldn't change the dream.  So it went on:

Ricky, my brother with MS, was a daisy, and lost most of his ammo on the first drop.  A Mormon pigeon going door-to-door bombed the chief with his droppings to blind him.  My Mother was a rose/gladiola, meant to look nice and do nothing.  My sister Marianne was a chipmunk who climbed up the hairy leg of the Aztec.  My sister Karen was a mean-tempered mussel who kept clamping onto his toes.  Dead souls were fighting, but loosing their roots by coming out of the ground.  My sister Linda was a very large crow-like blue-jay who dive bombed in to "bark" at him.  She was ferocious with red eyes.  Then Thor, the Viking God, appeared.  He was the carrot who speared the chief, but it didn't slow the chief down.  He ate it instead.  By eating the Viking, this Aztec became more powerful.  I think by now in my sleep I was drenched in fear because I wasn't able to change the scenery.  We were trying, but losing.  I saw Martin Luther King. Jr., he was a lush tropical orchid whose aroma distracted the chief long enough for Penny the Mayor to make a few flybys and drop her flowered wings to annoy him.  Penny was brave.  I heard everyone yelling "Another term!"  A friend Jane as a snail came slowly out from a rock and left a poisonous ooze to trap the chief.  Genesis singer Peter Gabriel was there as a gazelle, running in circles to make the chief dizzy.  He, too, wore a mink stole.  What else ...

Then something strange happened (like none of that was strange? LOL) No really.  Seriously, I remember crying out in my sleep - it woke me up completely.  So I calmed down, made some green tea and read a book called "Europe on $10 a Day" where that came from who knows.  But it put me to sleep, and next I knew, I was crying softly which I often do while sleeping, unconsciously, and I heard myself talking, having a clear, easy conversation with someone.  Happens alot, too.  My own voice and the use of my vocal cords wakes me usually.  Oh well.

I love my dreams.