The Man of My Dreams

I don’t know about you, but one topic of conversation that always has me reaching for my pillow, is one that starts off with the following sentence.

“I had the strangest dream last night…..”

This is then followed by a long and detailed recount of my companion’s dream, which really only has any meaning to them and no one else. Having said that, I came across an article recently that could have been about me.

“FOR 30 years after her HSC history exam in 1980, Diana Prichard regularly dreamed about going into an exam and knowing nothing. She would wake with her heart racing and feeling sick.”– taken from the Sydney Morning Herald,

Diana and I have something in common. 20 years ago I sat my HSC Modern History Exam, a subject in which I was enrolled in but clearly did not attend, as the test may as well have been written in Mandarin. On reflection, I cannot even recall owning the required text book. Those two hours were the longest of my life, sitting there in that hall while all my peers’ constructed meaningful essays about people I had never heard of.

To this day I have regular dreams about that experience and, like Diana, I wake up feeling anxious.

To dream about an exam can signal that you are unprepared for a challenge, or are under scrutiny in some way. And now that I know this, it makes me even more anxious about having that dream. Oh how I wish I had studied harder! If I could go back and talk to that nightmare 17 year old Mrs. Woog, I would tell her;

“Listen up! Go to the bloody history class and take some notes. For no other reason, this will save you from reliving this nightmare for the rest of your life.”

Another common reoccurring dream that I have is where I have the ability to fly. In my dream, I am not morphed into a bird, or a fairy, but just me. An ordinary woman who can walk down the street, run a few steps and take off like an A380 Airbus. It is a very handy sub-conscious skill to have. I take myself on all sorts of adventures.

 

Ever lost your teeth in a dream? You most likely have. It is the second most common dream, after being chased. The third most common dream is the one where you cannot find a toilet, which is quite often a real life nightmare, especially at shopping centers and sporting events.

So, you are dreaming that your teeth are falling out. According to the Chinese, you are a lying scoundrel. In Greek culture, it is a symbol that someone you love is not long for this world. The general consensus though, is that you are just not as hot as you used to be, according to your own mind. Women entering menopause report that this dream frequently visits them at night. It is often linked to anxieties about appearances, but I think it is nothing that a good floss cannot fix.

And then there is my favourite re-occurring dream of all time.

It involves George Clooney (back when he was Dr. Doug Ross). We would be getting up to some hi-jinx in the supply room at County General Hospital. And just when the going gets really good, one of my kids inevitably comes into the bedroom to wake me up. Because he is hungry.

Every. Single. Time.

And no, you cannot get back to sleep to continue where you left off. God knows I have tried. I just have to hope that George comes a calling in my dreams sooner, rather than later. And with much more regularity than the evil Modern History exam dream in which I, not surprisingly, failed.

Do you have a re-occuring dream?

Ever had a really good shagging dream? Who was the lucky fella?

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  • Tracey

    I dreamed that Chris Hemsworth and I were best friends (not romantic at all). I dreamed that Hugh Jackman carried me in his arms down a hill once. When I was a kid I had a recurring dream about eels, they lived on a boat and walked around like people with hats on and everything! It was actually like watching Neighbours or something, the storyline in the dream moved on every night. Lasted for months.

  • andrewfaith

    I regularly dream of walking along a very long beach with the Queen (yes, ERII) with the waves lapping at our feet talking about what’s happening in the world. Betty visits me at least once a fortnight. Go figure.

  • Lisa

    Far out, I wish I was dreaming about the delectable Dr Doug. I usually dream about work, how bloody boring.

  • More than a couple of times a week I dream I am back teaching and I can’t find the class room. I wake in the worst lather, short of breath and just shy of a panic attack. Sometimes, blessed be, I do find the room and the kids and I have a good go at the lesson I planned, but mostly I am just late, missing, unreliable. I fucking hate these dreams.