That's not a dream, it's a nightmare
You know how people complain they have a recurring dream where they're back in school and they haven't been to class all semester but have to show up and take the final and they're all "Oh my God, how am I going to pass?" and then they wake up in a cold sweat?
I was telling Josh the other night that I have a way-weirder whacked-out recurring dream.
I am playing softball, but I can't catch a flyball or field a grounder. In fact, I turn my head away and wince as the ball comes towards me. And with grounders, I pick my head up and my glove comes about a foot off the ground.
And every time I have this dream, which is a couple of times a year and most recently two nights ago, I wake up pissed off at myself. I mean of all the stupid stuff to dream about, this is definitely the stupidest because with the thousands of hours I invested in softball in Little League and then through high school and a week of college*, there is no way I would ever turn my head and wince as the ball came my way. It's just not possible thanks to muscle memory.
Maybe it's my subconscious telling me I am getting old. Maybe it's my actual consciousness telling me I am out of shape, seeing as I have not done any actual exercise (outside of walking) since I got pregnant with Jack FOUR YEARS AGO. Maybe it's the washed-up athlete in me telling me all the muscle memory in the world won't help when you haven't played ball in seven years.
Whatever it is, I would rather have the dream about walking naked down the street. That would embarrass me less than missing an infield pop-up any day.
So, do share: what's your recurring nightmare?
* I had a full four-year scholarship as a pitcher and lasted exactly one week due to a rotator cuff injury. So I left that school, went to my backup as it still had a spot for me, and lived happily ever after. My dad's 401k is still thanking him for my decision.
I was telling Josh the other night that I have a way-weirder whacked-out recurring dream.
I am playing softball, but I can't catch a flyball or field a grounder. In fact, I turn my head away and wince as the ball comes towards me. And with grounders, I pick my head up and my glove comes about a foot off the ground.
And every time I have this dream, which is a couple of times a year and most recently two nights ago, I wake up pissed off at myself. I mean of all the stupid stuff to dream about, this is definitely the stupidest because with the thousands of hours I invested in softball in Little League and then through high school and a week of college*, there is no way I would ever turn my head and wince as the ball came my way. It's just not possible thanks to muscle memory.
Maybe it's my subconscious telling me I am getting old. Maybe it's my actual consciousness telling me I am out of shape, seeing as I have not done any actual exercise (outside of walking) since I got pregnant with Jack FOUR YEARS AGO. Maybe it's the washed-up athlete in me telling me all the muscle memory in the world won't help when you haven't played ball in seven years.
Whatever it is, I would rather have the dream about walking naked down the street. That would embarrass me less than missing an infield pop-up any day.
So, do share: what's your recurring nightmare?
* I had a full four-year scholarship as a pitcher and lasted exactly one week due to a rotator cuff injury. So I left that school, went to my backup as it still had a spot for me, and lived happily ever after. My dad's 401k is still thanking him for my decision.
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posted by Amy at
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It's not really recurrent nightmare persay, but I have a reccuring dream that my husband acts like the jerk he was back when we met and instead of putting up with it like I did back then I tell him to shove it. And I will then be mad at him all day for no reason. fortunately he treats me like a queen now, or it sounds like he'd be in trouble! :)
My recurring dream is about school, either h.s. or nursing school. I hated nursing school, and I'll have these recurring dreams about once/week. The present time will be mixed in such as my husband and kids being in the dream, which I didn't know my husband in school and obviously didn't have my kids in h.s. either.
My recurring dream has me coming down the stairs, able to see my family in the living room minding their own business (my mom happens to be sitting in a patio chair wearing a swimsuit and a floppy pink hat; my siblings playing about) and I can see that the giant from Jack & the Beanstalk is using a phillips screwdriver to take the big picture window off because, I assume, he will eat us. I wake up in a cold sweat of terror before he takes the fourth screw off...
Ugh-- I dream about a plane crash. Only I am not IN the plane, I am watching it fall out of the sky. I haven't been able to fly since I started having the dream in 2000-- weird, since I'm an observer in my dream. (And I have flown since then, but not well or sober).
Running, the fact that I can't kills me and the dreams are that I am trying to run to this place or that but can't physically do it. Hence why I am starting to jog. :) Then I have dialing the phone. Every single time I dial it WRONG! So frustrating!!!!
I have a dream about once a month where my contacts are about the size of my head and I am trying to get them into my eyes.
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