In my soul is a writer, a passionate storyteller whose dreams are littered with the corpses of untold tales. Yet in reality, I remain just a pretender.
I’m not sure what it means but I can direct my dreams – lucid dreaming I think it’s called. When I go to sleep I am aware that I am dreaming and can often change the landscape to my liking. Well, most of the time anyway.
There are those frightening times when my dreams get away from me and somehow never go in the direction that I want – like a renegade play with an intelligence of its own, yet even then I remain aware and also frequently retain vivid clarity of the events of the dream.
My dreams are the main reason why I sometimes hate mornings. As all too often, I roll over and attempt to return to the land where all my dreams have come true. On occasion, my mornings are a painful reminder that I am not in control and must adhere to the social conventions of reality and my dreams become a constant ache throughout the day, as my mind constantly wanders back to my dreamscape.
Real life is not even a pale imitation of my dreams more like a dull mundane existence, shot in black and white. There is no way it can compare.
Maybe my dreams are just too fantastical and it really sucks when my dreams only come true, in my dreams.
They say dreams have meanings but mostly my dreams are just evidence of my unconscious yearnings and fears. Still, there are those who say that dreams are predictions or visions of the future, but I’m not superstitious so I have never given much credence to that belief.
Until I had the fish dream.
I woke up one morning having had a troubling strange dream. In my dream, I was on a boat with friends and we were fishing – even while dreaming I remember thinking, this is strange as I don’t particularly like fish or large bodies of water. It was one of those dreams that I couldn’t control – I was just along for the ride. I eventually catch a fish, reeled it in and proceeded to beat the living daylight out of it, until it died. Yup, weird dream indeed.
Even though I am not superstitious, I grew up on an island with deeply superstitious roots; a fish dream means only one thing – someone was pregnant.
Luckily, I was celibate at the time or man would I have been worried. Still, according to the rules of the superstition, if the dream wasn’t about me then it should be about someone close to me.
Anyway, I went about my day, as usual, putting the dream out of my mind. Then sometime in the evening, I was talking on the phone to one of my girlfriends and for some reason, I brought up the dream and how strange I found it. To my everlasting shock, my girlfriend said these words.
“Your dream could be about me because I’m late.”
You could have knocked me over with a feather. She then rushed to the store, bought a test and it was positive. I felt all kinds of freaked out.
Maybe it was just plain coincidence, I can’t explain it – I just know that it happened.