We had an interesting alarm clock last night around two in the morning. From a deep sleep, Jess and I were jolted awake to howling. This time, it wasn’t me doing something strange in my sleep, it was Moose. Apparently, Moose was having a bad dream or a dream where near a fire engine siren.
I said, “Moose!” and he woke up and blinked a couple times, obviously just as confused as I was; he recoiled himself and went back to bed.
We couldn’t get mad at the dog for that, with out heartrates racing, we had a good laugh and went back to bed. Just for the record, howling is not a good thing to wake up to.
It is interesting how I am so easily influenced, at least in my dreams. Lately, there has been a new string of couples around Jess and I who are becoming pregnant. Apparently, this has made an impression on me. Either that, it could be the backfiring of a on-going prank I’ve been playing. One of my buddies here at school has been on the receiving end of my accusations that he and his wife are expecting twins (which they are not), a boy and a girl. I’ve even gone so far as to bring him a present adorned with overly cute babyish items and cliche expecting phrases during lunch in front a majority of the staff… just to get the rumor started (by the way, the victim has agreed to let me start this rumor for fun).
And now it’s weighing on me, not the guilt, but the dreams. Last night, I had a long and vivid dream about Jess and I being parents to twins, and yes, it was a boy and a girl. The thing that bothered me was that we had kids, rather, it was that the babies were so slippery, I just couldn’t hold on to them. Thankfully, they seemed resilient and never cried despite the many times they hit the floor, soft-spot first. To top it off, there is nothing like waking up and for the first couple of minutes, and being unable to discern whether that was a dream, or that Jess and I had a pair of hard-headed babies.
It’s been a while since I’ve had a bizarre dream, so I guess I was due, here’s the dream:
While out golfing with the administrators of my high school, I went to reach for my golf clubs but I came to the startling realization that instead of bringing a bag full of clubs, I brought a vacuum. Ashamed of my mistake, I desperately tried to locate golf clubs within the vacuum but with every compartment I opened, all I found was vacuum accessories.
I’m not sure if this says something about my golf game (of which I have none), my cleaning, or my school… either way, I’m not sure what that statement would be.
The other night, I was having my usual buffett of strange and weird dreams. The last one was of this kid who I’ve coached in football and baseball. In my dream, he was complaining about not being able to go out for baseball. He followed me around, unceasingly sure that not playing baseball was going to ruin his life. No matter where I was, he was there expressing his sorrow. Then, at one point, he stops and starts staring at me. After a while, he says, “5…4…3…2…1…1…1…1…1” and then I woke up to me alarm which was buzzing at the same tempo as the kid was counting down.