D is for

Dreams.

For as long as I can remember I have vivid, complex (and sometimes serial) dreams that I recall upon waking.

In fact, some I recall for years.

For example: When I was in the 5th Grade I dreamed that I was blindfolded, kidnapped and taken to this damp, underground place by a group of men. In the cave (but it was more like a subterranean complex) was this boy from Grade 6 (who lived down the street from me and I had a crush on for like 3 yrs — and whose little brother married a co-worker of mine and lives next door to me today — can you say small town?) and like all the littlest kids from my congregation. I mean, like toddlers even. And they were scared and crying and hungry and we took care of them. And we were there for weeks while the men tried to extort money for us. I don’t remember the details but this was one of the serial dreams – there were a lot of dramatic events and in the end we victims were like a big family and we didn’t really want to get rescued. Weird hey?

Another lifelike dream from my childhood involved me driving a school bus around this dreadful hairpin turn in town (Skyline Drive – which is now a Traffic Speed Hump Zone – seriously, they are calling them speed Humps and not bumps?!?) when the brakes fail and oh right – I don’t know how to drive. Scary stuff.

I have read many dream symbol books over the years becuase I find the subject fascinating. Some of the explanations they give though, are totally bizarre, such as:

Baboon

To see a baboon in your dream, suggests that you need to be more expressive in your feelings. You need to be more direct in telling others how you feel. On the hand, it could be saying that you are expressing yourself in an inappropriate manner.

I don’t have many of the typical dreams like falling, or being naked, or back in school (my Mom frequently dreams that she is late for class and can’t remember her locker code) but I do often have dreams where I am searching for someone or something with a sense of rising panic. In one striking dream I kept uncovering corpse after corpse and trying to re-conceal them while I was searching. Creepy hey? And if I believe what the books say – sad. Because the consensus would seem to be that I’m searching for parts of myself/my life that I have allowed to ‘die’.  

Eep I do have the crumbling teeth dream alot. I hate that.

The one dream I know for sure changed my actual life was due to this horrible episode of Little House on the Prairie. My Dad cut trees for our firewood every Fall and it was one of my favourite things to do to spend the day in the forest exploring and imagining until that dreaded episode. That night I dreamed that my Dad was killed by a bear that he had woken with his chainsaw (and it was gory too) and I was there with my little sister and my little brother, in his feet pj’s even, and I couldn’t drive our silver Honda Hatchback and it was too far to walk home and we had eaten all of our picnic. No one would know where we were. The certainty of our fate and the frightful real-ness of the attack made me scream until my mother woke me up. I have never, never been unafraid in the woods again – though I still go in them. I am also mortally afraid of bears in the woods – not my backyard, or downtown (pg  but in their home. I shudder writing this!

As a break from the macabre turn this post has taken…D is also for Done.

Technically these have been done for awhile – but I thought a) This blog needs some knitting content and b) a modeled sock shot is a good thing. Look at the crazy pooling on sock #2! Curious how these things happen.

Oh, and D is also for d*ck humour which is pretty much what Superbad consists of. Even so, I did laugh so hard I was wheezing at one point. Michael Cera is a freaking genius. And an hour or so of looking at Seth Rogen is fine by me.