Do you ever have a dream in which someone you know does something so obnoxious or deplorable that you wake up feeling angry at him or her? This has happened with my husband several times. We’ll have a fight in a dream and I wake up seriously peeved. Of course, as a man, he usually can’t figure out why I’m mad at him even when I have good reason, so a little irrational dream-related anger doesn’t throw him off too much.
The past two nights, I’ve had weird dreams involving friends. In one, a friend went down to our basement, saw brown skinned baby dolls (which, by the way, we don’t have since my kids are too old for dolls) and came upstairs and made a racist remark. I was pissed, and we got in a huge fight. When I see her, will I think she’s a racist? Did I subconsciously already think she was a racist, even though I’ve had no evidence of it whatsoever?
And what about last night’s dream? My husband, who wasn’t my husband but he really was, was standing with me in our bedroom, which wasn’t our bedroom but you know what I mean, when another friend, we’ll call her Jane, pranced into the room wearing nothing but a smile! I found it highly inappropriate. I was impressed with her perfect physique, which I’ve never seen in the altogether before since we usually see each other IN CHURCH, but still.
I awoke annoyed at her for her lack of judgment and self control, and I gave my husband a little kick under the covers for good measure. After all, he had been there, right?
The past two nights, I’ve had weird dreams involving friends. In one, a friend went down to our basement, saw brown skinned baby dolls (which, by the way, we don’t have since my kids are too old for dolls) and came upstairs and made a racist remark. I was pissed, and we got in a huge fight. When I see her, will I think she’s a racist? Did I subconsciously already think she was a racist, even though I’ve had no evidence of it whatsoever?
And what about last night’s dream? My husband, who wasn’t my husband but he really was, was standing with me in our bedroom, which wasn’t our bedroom but you know what I mean, when another friend, we’ll call her Jane, pranced into the room wearing nothing but a smile! I found it highly inappropriate. I was impressed with her perfect physique, which I’ve never seen in the altogether before since we usually see each other IN CHURCH, but still.
I awoke annoyed at her for her lack of judgment and self control, and I gave my husband a little kick under the covers for good measure. After all, he had been there, right?
