I've been wearing a CPAP machine since the end of June. I think we've finally become reluctant friends, or at least declared a cease-fire.
In case you missed my incessant whining about it, you can read “SCUBA, Anyone?” and “Why I'm No Longer Going to Colonize Mars”. Basically, it plays into my claustrophobia, and my extreme fear of drowning. I had nightmares (at first) about both of those events and would wake up hyperventilating, which is kinda hard to do when air is being forced down your throat. I'm a champion panicker though, so I managed.
After a while, as I was getting used to it, my dreams changed to me being assigned impossible tasks and working on them all night long. If I woke up and then went back to sleep, I'd be back in the same dream, at the same place I left, still having to complete the hideous task.
Have you ever run a daycare with too many children to count who were not allowed to take naps and the cars you had to transport them places were all rusted out with no car seats?
Or how about catering a large affair for 200 people, in a cooking competition (we do know where THAT part of the dream came from) and all the other teams have assistants, but you're all alone to cook and serve just as efficiently as the others. Wow, that was a LONG night. I never did get all the plates done and was actually glad when the alarm went off at 5 am.
However, a couple of nights ago, I had a really strange dream that kept shifting genre. It was a shorter dream, and it kept starting over, with me playing a different role each time. At first I helped kidnap a bus driver, then the next time I helped the bus driver escape. The third iteration, the bus driver and I were falling in love, and by the fourth time, we were married with an adorable little boy.
When the alarm went off that next morning, I was almost melancholy to let it go. That boy felt like a real son and as I was coming to consciousness, I just felt the ache of leaving him behind and entering my real world. Of course, I did eventually wake up fully and realized that my own kids were needing me to keep them on track for the “get ready for school” three ring circus. I shook it off as I took off my mask and went on with my day.
What's your weirdest dream? Care to interpret mine that just kept changing? Have you ever just wanted to just stay in the dream you were having?