I’ve been having more bad dreams lately. Last night was particularly bad. But first let me share a couple that I had less than a week ago.
I had two dreams about my brother in one night. As background, my brother is a free spirit. One of the last talks we had (probably 8 months ago or more) was him telling me, “I know you think I should get a job, save my money, but that’s just not me!” I told him that doing those things is not for everyone. If he wants to work day to day and couch surf, that’s fine. I just want him to check in once in a while to tell me he’s alive. I haven’t heard from him since. I think it’s because we had a deal: he could stay at my house on my couch for free if he put granite in my kitchen (he lays tile for a living). Well, he fulfilled 75% of that, and I had to really bug him to do the other 20%, and there’s still about 5% unfinished. I think he’s embarassed that he never finished my kitchen and that’s the reason he won’t call. I’ve tried calling his cell phone, but it was disconnected a couple of months after he and I had that talk. I haven’t bothered trying to track him down. Our family is not particularly close, and it has just seemed not that big of a deal. We’ve lost contact before, and he always contacts me when he’s ready. I figure I just need to wait until he’s ready.
I do worry about him, though, and my first dream seems to be just that. In the first dream, I had a premonition (basically, I just knew) that my brother was dead. To prove myself right, I got on the Internet and went to the website of our local paper. Sure enough, on the front page was an article about a car accident that my brother was involved in (interestingly enough, I did see his full name in the newspaper in my dream). I figured the reason I hadn’t been contacted is because he doesn’t keep a steady job, I’ve never met his friends, so who would know to contact me if he was in fact dead??
The second dream about my brother had him staying at my house on my couch. I got up in the middle of the night to get a glass of water, and I passed by my brother on the couch, and much to my surprise, he was, ahem, “taking” it from another guy. I saw it out of the corner of my eye and kept walking; I got my water and went right back to bed, pretending I didn’t see a thing. That’s where the dream ended.
The first dream seems pretty obvious to me…but the second dream?? What the heck is my brain trying to tell me?! I wouldn’t care if he was homosexual…so long as I didn’t have to watch!! Perhaps that is it…I don’t mind my brother being a free spirit, but it’s difficult to watch because he never has a place to live, never has anything permanent (even a phone).
I think I’ve figured out where my dream from last night came from. The other day I was flipping through channels on the TV and came across a show about Patty Hearst. Part of the whole Patty Hearst saga is that she was involved in a bank robbery. During one bank robbery that the SLA (the people who kidnapped Patty Hearst) committed (I don’t know if Patty Hearst was present at this one), a woman was killed. With that as background, my dream last night was about me in a bank when bank robbers came in. They killed one woman and said that they would kill the rest of us if we didn’t cooperate. They made the bank tellers give them all their money, and they made all the customers withdraw all of the money out of their accounts (myself included) to give to the bank robbers. I knew, without a doubt, that they would kill us all when they were done, whether we cooperated or not. I had one chance to escape and I didn’t take it because I was too scared. I vaguely remembered being in this situation before (in another dream), and I had actually escaped in that dream, but for some reason I didn’t have the kahones (how do you spell that word, anyway??) to do it last night.
Does anyone else have nightmares like I do? Anyone? Bueler? Bueler?