Meredith

I don’t remember much of what I dreamed last night, but there is one thing I recall clearly. There was a girl about my age standing in a doorway crying. Somehow I had a feeling it was related to her love life. I felt bad for her and gave her a dime I’d just found on the ground. “It’s a lucky dime,” I told her, “and you looked like you could use some luck.”

When I woke up, I was dreaming that I had bits of glass embedded in one of my feet….

Some fictional friend of ours was moving, in this dream, and needed a car in which to pack her things. For some mysterious reason, my fiancee Jason and I had to sandblast – yes, sandblast – her car and get all the paint off before the friend could use it. Don’t ask me why.

So the two of us were on the driveway at my parents’ house, sandblasting away. We got into a big fight because apparently, he had promised to play a game with me that day – like, a video game – and was now going back on his promise, choosing to spend more time working on the car instead. I was absolutely obsessed with getting him to play the game with me and wouldn’t take no for an answer, even though I knew it was hopeless. I just kept saying over and over, “but you promised you would!”

Eventually, I was shouting it, and at my instigation we actually got into a fistfight – like, rolling around on the driveway pummeling each other! (And no, that’s never really happened.)

In that moment, the dream switched to a new scene: I was standing in a cave in front of a set of shelves. On the shelves there were rows of long boxes, about fifty in all, each a different color. Someone – it was just a disembodied voice, I think – was telling me that each box contained a sword and that I should choose one. I also knew somehow that each sword had a different word or phrase on it – things like FREEDOM, COMPASSION, etc.

I immediately chose a box from the top shelf – it was olive green. I pulled the sword out, and the words on the sword were SONG OF THE SOUL.

The dream ended just as I was internalizing those words – I woke up with them echoing in my head very clearly.

I’d like to make this a habit. I have – and have always had – really odd, interesting, amusing dreams, and I usually remember them (although the memory will fade if I don’t talk or write about them right away). They’re usually positive or neutral dreams – just weird, and vivid too. I had one two nights ago that I really think is worth writing down, which is what led me to set up this goal.

If I record all the dreams that I remember for three months consistently, I’ll consider myself to have formed the habit and accomplished this goal, but I’ll probably continue doing it, as it’s always fun to go back and look at dreams I’ve had in the past.