Scattered Dreams

When I was young, a teenager, just starting to break away from my dad and be interested in boys, I had a dream that he was driving me down the road...the song "Dust in the Wind" by Kansas was playing on the radio. There were some guys standing on the side of the road, and it was like slow motion, I reached my arm out the window and waved to them as we passed by. My dad seemed sad, and I could feel the unfamiliar distance between us.

Every time I hear that song now I think of that dream.

My mother sometimes has dreams that come true, down to the smallest detail.

Last night it was storming big time. It's storming again right now. I dreamed I was caught in a storm. I was driving my van, and to my right I saw, clear as could be, a tornado. I knew that I should get out of my van and go in the ditch, but I kept driving. The tornado went right over me, or through me, and my van did a complete 360 degree turn on the road. I was scared, because a lady was walking down the road with some children, and I was afraid I would hit them. I could feel the tornado go through me, I could even smell it go through me.

Sometimes I try to take a nap on the couch, but I don't really fall into an actual sleep. Many times the kids are watching a movie, and I can hear every word of it. The movie becomes my dream. They were watching Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium two days ago. I have never seen that movie, but I now know every line, and the music is imprinted in my brain forever (blech). That made for quite an interesting, surreal dream.

In high school I wrote a short story that was just a bunch of my dreams all strung together with some sort of random plot. It was incredibly fun to write, and friends found it fun to read, as well.

I remember a dream I had when I was three years old. It was a scary one, of course. Those ones are most likely to stick with you.

In junior high I was a little obsessed with a man that I had only met in my dreams.

Some people swear they never have dreams. That is impossible, of course. Everybody dreams. Not everyone is able to remember them. My dad and I once had an argument. He didn't believe that people could dream in color. Everyone dreams in black and white, he said. Not me. Sometimes I dream the most amazing, heart-stopping colors...