Sweet dreams are made of this, who am I to disagree…. I used to love that song. Actually I still do.
But according to my daughter who just stopped me while I was listening to the above, decided that this might be a better song to listen to for inspiration:
And my husband’s two cents worth for the best song about dreaming comes from the late Jim Croce and I have to admit I love that one too:
Ok…now that we got that out of the way, this week the Spin Cycle is about dreams. And this week the Spin Cycle finds a new home! It’s gone all Hollywood on us! That’s right, Gretchen’s (from Second Blooming) dream came true that she is now hosting the Spin Cycle.
Jen from Sprites Keeper has been the gracious hostess with the mostess (and creator) of the Spin Cycle for the last three years and has decided to give it up for a while and let Gretchen take over. Thank you so much Jen for ALL your hard work and for letting us keep spinning!
I’ve had some dreams come true but thankfully not the bad ones, most of the time. Actually, I don’t usually remember my dreams unless they are about something that makes an impression on me. I’d say that 95% of the time I awaken with absolutely NO recollection of what I’ve dreamed the night before. There have been times when I was dreaming a particularly pleasant dream only to be awakened by some external factor and then I try to go back to sleep to finish the pleasant dream and can’t go back to sleep. That usually makes me a little sad that I can’t finish up the good dream.
Then there are the times that I dream something stupid like my husband is having an affair and then I wake up all pissed off at him and stay mad at him for hours and he has no clue why I’m pissed off. I know it’s stupid and he hasn’t done anything wrong but I just can’t shake that anger for a while. Even thought I KNOW IT’S JUST A DREAM.
The only recurring dream that I can remember made no sense whatsoever but always left me feeling very disturbed. I’d wake up in a cold sweat with my heart racing even though it didn’t really make sense. All I remember is that there were gas pumps involved and mattresses and the sound of a heartbeat. A steady throbbing pulse of a heartbeat that keeps getting louder and louder and faster and faster (which is probably why I wake up with MY heart racing) and then someone is chasing me and I am falling and then I wake up.
See? I told you it makes NO sense. I never see anyone else, I just know someone is after me. I never know who it is and I never know why they are after me. But it still disturbs me. I used to have it fairly frequently when I was younger but haven’t dreamed it for years. Watch. Now that I have said that, when I go to sleep tonight I will probably dream it.
When I used to work for an accountant, when it came to quarterly reports time I would actually dream about doing my clients work. Sometimes I’d be doing their bank reconciliatons in my sleep! I’d dream about numbers. You’d literally (in my dreams) see numbers floating around in the air like a cartoon or something. Yeah, I know I’m weird.
A couple of months ago I was writing a poem for a blog post and actually woke up in the middle of the night with lines running through my head and had to get up and write them down so I wouldn’t forget them! I guess I’m more creative in my sleep than in my waking hours. How about you? Do you remember your dreams? Do you have nightmares or ever dream things that come true? Spin it up and head on over to Gretchen’s Second Blooming and tell the rest of us about it. We promise not to point and laugh!