My mother used to say, "Never share your dreams before breakfast, they might come true." And if that's the case, I should have kept quiet about this one. I woke up exhausted because this particular dream was so vivid, so real, I looked at my hand when I woke up.
In the dream, I'm hosting some kind of party at my home. As many know we underwent a recent remodel, and I'm guarding my pecan flooring like it's gold and belongs at Fort Knox. In the dream, however, there's water everywhere. My guests are standing around, chatting, and I'm seeing all this water spread, and saying, "Where's it coming from?" I pick up a mop and start trying to save my buckling floor, while the people around me scratch their heads and say, "Gee, maybe it's coming from the fridge."
I'm on my way to the refrigerator when I see a baby black widow spider and I smash it, and think what next. Be careful what you ask for, because what happens next is my contractor is standing beside me, holding a stick with a larger black widow hanging on a thread, saying maybe I should hire an exterminator. Alarmed I reach out and I crush it in my fist.
Naturally he's shocked and says, "Maybe we should get you to the hospital," but my reply is, "I don't think it had time to bite me."
And that's when I wake up.
Now, this might seem like a silly blog post, but I often record my dreams. This one was so weird, though, I'm not sure what to do with it, or what it's even trying to tell me. I've been in a state of upheaval lately, not in my personal life, but my professional one. I'm giving up a contest I love to devote more time to my writing, teary eyed over leaving something I'm infinitely familiar with for the unknown--e.g. the rapid changes in publishing.
I wonder if that has something to do with visualizing floods and spiders. What do you think? And have you ever analyzed your dreams? Do you have one that stands out that made you think, "Whoa! Where did that come from?"
Here's to happy writing and, please, more pleasant dreams.