Ugh–I just woke up from a vivid dream in which I had first spent a great deal of time getting ready for some trip (something like a high school choir tour?) including making gaufres for a whole lot of people, and then suddenly a busload of women showed up to pick up Mabel and me for girls’ camp (Mabel was my little sister.) The women in the bus said they needed to leave right that second, but I pleaded with them to give us a few minutes to pack. Then Mabel and I ran around the house–the old house I grew up in in Orem–trying to gather everything we would need. I was shouting to her that she needed warm clothes and was trying to find a duffel and my hiking boots, and feeling worried that without me to help supervise her packing, Mabel would forget her coat and freeze to death (apparently we were headed for a rather arctic destination.)
The women were saying they needed to leave and couldn’t wait any longer and I still hadn’t located my toothbrush, but then I woke up so I’ll never know if we would have made it.
And now I have a question for you: whenever I can remember my dreams, they’re anxious dreams like this one in which everything’s going wrong. Do any of you have nice dreams like characters have in novels, that they don’t want to wake up from? (I did have a very pleasant dream the other night that pertained to my husband, but since this is a family-friendly blog, let’s leave that type of dream out of the discussion.)
The only advantage I can see to my anxiety dreams is that escaping them gives me a motive to wake up. (Because sometimes I wake up to a slightly less stressful reality.)