Dream Talking

I have missed several posts lately. I thought that I would take this Saturday to go ahead and post one of the recent topics that I have missed. Two weeks ago we discussed dreams. We were asked “Do you dream often? Do you remember your dreams?”

I used to dream a lot and would remember those dreams in great detail. In fact, there are dreams from my childhood that I still remember. One dream was when my dad and brothers were all away to the Porcupine Mountains for a Boy Scout trip leaving my mother, my older sister, and myself home. One night while they were gone I dreamt about being out to eat with the entire family only I was not allowed to eat for some reason.

My sister woke me up that morning by telling me that mom was taking us out for breakfast. I rushed to get dressed and we went to the local Country Kitchen. My mom and sister both ordered the breakfast buffet while I ordered an orange juice and French toast. Mom and Carri both went to the buffet and filled their plates. My drink was brought to me. Carri and Mom were both nearly finished with the food they had placed on their plates. Several minutes had passed and people who had come in after us had recieved their food while I still had not had mine. We were finally able to get the waitress’s attention, she disappeared to the kitchen and emerged a few minutes later apologizing because they had lost my order in the busyness of the morning. I did eventually get my breakfast but it was after mom and Carri had both finished eating. I think the only reason I remember that breakfast and that dream is because they were so similar to each other.

I often had a recurring dream after my grandparents passed away, I was about 12 when my grandma passed. A few years ago I had it again. In the dream I would be walking down the road near the old family farm. I would hear laughter coming from the house and go look in the windows to find my entire extended family there with my grandparents. I’d burst into the house with joy at finding them there alive only to find out that they had faked their deaths in order to get away from me. That dream used to haunt my nights.

I used to dream my stories. I would get so involved in my writing that I would fall asleep writing around two or three in the morning. I would then dream scenes that were yet to be written, sometimes those scenes made it into my work and other times they did not.

I’ve also gotten so involved in books that I have read that I would drea about them. I remember when I was reading Hid Wounded Reb that I did dream about it. I have also dreamt about a few of Kelly Martin’s books. Those dreams would almost be like a moive of the book playing in my sleep, sometimes the characters from the books would pop up into some random dream scene. Books that have found their way into my dreams end up being ones that get put onto my “That’s so good, I’ll read it again” list.

I don’t dream often now, that is I do not remember my dreams often now. The ones that I do remember tend to be more on the nightmare side that wake me in the middle of the night. Occasionally, I will have a pleasant dream that will cause me to smile when I wake but often times by mid morning I’ll have forgotten about it. My guess is that I’m just too tired to dream now.

Have you ever had any dreams that you remember them weeks, months, or even years later?

About Angela Schroeder

Angela Schroeder is a single mother of three. She was born and raised in Iowa in a river town known for its pearl buttons. Having four siblings, she never lacked for someone to play with. As she grew older, she found herself pulled into books and writing more and more. Her parents are her heroes, her siblings her confidants and tormentors, and her children are a wonderful blessing. Church is important to her children and her. They enjoy the friendships they’ve made with the people there. Writing has always been a passion. Her first experience was in fifth grade when she went to a one-day writing conference. After that she knew it was something she wanted to pursue.
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3 Responses to Dream Talking

  1. Jeff Salter says:

    that dream about your grandparents faking their deaths must’ve been difficult to “process” when you were younger. I assume — since then — you’ve arrived at some interpretation of that symbolism that makes sense in the real world. One interpretation that I can imagine is that kept something secret to protect you from something.
    On a different matter, I love that my novel HWR has appeared in your dreams — hope it was a pleasant one.

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    • I absolutely loved HWR!

      I have long since come to the conclusion that those dreams simply reflected my fear of not being good enough and of being abandoned. We lost quite a few family members within a few years of each other at that point in my life, a few years before that my dad was really sick and we had thought we were going to lose him as well.

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  2. Oh, how sad! Children often believe that they are the cause of adults’ problems; they often blame themselves for their parents’ divorces.
    I’m glad that you are coming in more,Angie!

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