The Power of Dreams

Friday, February 12 2010 -

I am one of those (unusual) people who tend to remember a lot of their dreams. Actually, I think it is because I don’t sleep well and constantly wake up, hence remembering what I was dreaming.

In addition to remembering my dreams, I also tend to have very vivid dreams. Sometimes they clearly correlate to something or another going on in my life, or something I was reading. Other times they are just plain bizzaro.

So I woke and turned to Carol and said “I just had the weirdest dream.” at which point she rolled her eyes because I say that almost every day. This morning was different because after she got done rolling her eyes, she said “me too!”

Part of my dream was that I was in an elevator. The panel that held the buttons wasn’t screwed in well and when you pushed the button for the 1st floor (I was on the third) the whole panel sort of moved. Well I got on along with another person. He pushed the button, it didn’t light up, but the elevator started to move. Down it went, 2…1…0…-1 (uh this isn’t good).

Suddenly the ceiling was collapsing down on us. I grabbed the guy pushing the button and we both stood really straight, while the ceiling, crushed the center of the elevator, but not the very edge. It finally stopped.

Think about that…. we were travelling down faster and faster and I clearly remember thinking we were going to come to a dramatic and painful stop, yet what happened is the ceiling came down (as if we were going up).

So Carol says. “I was in the rickety old elevator in a loft. You had to ride it up and hold on because it was falling apart. When you got to the top you had to put tools on it and push it back down so that the next person could fix it.”

How odd that neither one of us had been in an elevator in any recent time and we hadn’t been watching TV, yet we both dreamed of broken elevators…

One of the great things about having such vivid dreams is they provide for great writing fodder.