Reoccuring Dreams
Steven can never remember his dreams and I can't decide if he's lucky or not. I remember my dreams all the time, and not just in a fleeting way. I tend to remember my dreams in great detail, at least for a day. I mean, yeah sometimes I have those "whoa that was weird, but can't remember now..." moments but in general I remember every one. Some dreams I've had have really affected me. I've had some crazy dreams, as people do, and I've always wondered what they mean?
There have been many dreams that have stayed with me and from time to time I think about them. One of the scariest dreams I've ever had was when I was about 6. I couldn’t shake this dream off and it seems like for months I had this re-occurring dream. So here it is...
I used to wake up so happy that it was over. Weird!
Another reoccuring dream that I had when I was young is one of my mum.
We are on a train. I'm always very young, like 2 year old, wearing a white frilly dress and my mum is young (30-ish) and she's wearing a beige jacket she had in the eighties. The train looks like one those old stream trains, with olive green leather seats and a mahogany wood finish. My mum is holding me and we are looking out of the window to the gold sand dunes. The train stops and I need the toilet but there are no toilets on the train. So I get off the train by myself. The station is just a platform I can’t see anybody or anything just a dark doorway, where the toilet is. I hear the train start up and start to leave the platform. I'm running down the platform reaching for my mum. She hanging out the window, her thick black hair goes into her face, she shouts "Bebe! Bebe! Mi bebe!" The train disappears into the distance. I'm left alone on the platform; all I can see is the gold sand, even the railway tracks disappear into the sand.
I used to wake up with tears in my eyes. Even to this day I can't figure out which dream scares me more.
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Sometimes I wish I could remember my dreams as well as you do... and sometimes I'm happy I don't.
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