In the last week I’ve gone into labor, been shot by a madman, crushed by a derailed train, dropped my brother from a high banister because I couldn’t hold on any longer (Sorry Lou!), and dodged my mother who kept trying to run me down with a jet ski (Thanks Mom!).
Non of these scenes were plot points for a story. They were all nightmares.
Imagine the horror of running as hard and as fast as you can, desperate to dodge the tons of metal threatening to squelch the life growing inside you. Tears were involved once or twice upon waking to a dark bedroom and pumping anxiety.
But alas, these things were not reality. They were a mixture of neurons firing off in my subconscious mind. Why? We don’t really know, yet.
My husband, in an attempt to calm my worry about all these nocturnal dramas, told me to check this video out about why we dream. It turns out the YouTube channel vsauce has tons of neat topics worth checking out when you have free time (I know, what’s that?) like what if everyone jumped at once, how high can you build, why don’t animals have wheels, and my personal favorite, why is yawning contagious.
So tell me, any fantastic or ghoulish dreams lately? Read any books that made you lift your eyes from its pages in reminder that it wasn’t real, only words on a page?