It’s the fourth day of the #AtoZChallenge, and though morning comes early, I’ve got some coffee with a hint of Hazelnut, and I’m ready to write.
Today I’m writing about:
Not the oft-hoped for types of dreams that we spend years trying to develop, and a lifetime trying to achieve. Those are amazing, and a vital part of life. But that’s not what I’m talking about today.
I’m talking about those crazy, sleep-induced dreams that makes you feel like you’re losing it once you wake up. I’ve always had very vivid dreams that I remember quite well, sometimes for years. I can’t imagine never having/remembering my dreams. Some of my dreams leave me laughing, and others make me wonder about my sanity. And we aren’t even going to discuss those dreams induced by mefloquine, an anti-malarial medicine I was one for about 9 months, which is known to induce extremely vivid dreams. 😉
When I was young, if I happened to dream about spiders, I would usually have the worse time falling asleep again. I was absolutely terrified of spiders, undoubtedly arachnophobia. That’s changed a little in recent years, as you just can’t join the Peace Corps for two years and continue to be terrified of spiders.
Last night I had one of those spider dreams, but my have the times changed. I was once again back in South Africa, at my home on the edge of the Kalahari desert. And I had just returned from a trip again only to find out that it was tarantula season again. There were about three massive (8 inches) tarantulas zooming around the yard, and I was so worried they would into my room.
You see, when I was living in South Africa (for real), I did have a tarantula (3 inches or so) in my room, and a noticed him when he was crawling out from under my bed. Talk about facing your worse nightmare. Armed with only a push broom and an umbrella, I absolutely failed to kill him, and my host mom had to finish him off. It was A BAD NIGHT.
But I survived.
So my dream last night was a bit funnier, and my host family had fun teasing me just a bit. But when I woke up this morning and remembered my dream, I did breathe a prayer of thanks that I didn’t have to deal with tarantulas again.
But, it does just got to show that sometimes we do have to face the stuff of our nightmares, and doing so only makes us stronger.