Do you ever have dreams so vivid that years later, you can still look back as if they were memories and say, “Remember that? That was a cool dream.” I have a lot of dreams where I’ve moved into a new house and it’s huge with new secret rooms that I continually discover. Sometimes I’ll be driving and I’ll remember one of those dream houses and think, yeah, that was a great one…I wish I really owned that house. The ones that overlooked the ocean were the ones that still make me happy to remember.
I had a dream the night before last where I was competing in a stupid radio contest. It was like a potato sack race or something, but when I won, the prize turned out to be a one-bedroom condo. It wasn’t a great condo–it was an apartment building conversion and the scaffolding was still up outside for the remodeling; I figured its value was around 300K (inflated LA real estate value so it wasn’t anything grand). I kept gushing to anyone who would listen though, that I had been trying to save money to buy my brother a little condo close to me so he could be close and somewhat independent, and all of a sudden my dream had come true earlier than I thought it would. I was so unbelievably happy. Like I said, it wasn’t that nice of a place, but it was a place that fulfilled a major goal of mine and I was so happy that I could do this and have my brother close by that I seriously wouldn’t stop gushing. But then, there was this huge earthquake. I stood in the front doorway which was really solid, and I watched the scaffolding outside crumble. I realized my mom and my brother were in the back of the building and I didn’t know if the building would fall around them. I was terrified for a second, but then I remembered that I had control of the dream. It was weird because I was conscious of a choice–I could either turn this scenario tragic so I could experience the emotions of loss, or I could play it safe and erase the earthquake. I decided to erase the earthquake, but a part of me was very aware that I had cheated at something.
Do you ever get so devastated in a dream that you start sobbing so hard that you’re sobbing in real life? And when you wake up, it’s still heavy around you like ghosts crowded in that haven’t completely retreated back into their own dimension? I have those sometimes, too. As awful as the feeling is, it’s a high, the relief you feel when you realize all that sadness was part of a dream and that everything in reality is still intact. I guess it’s human…we all want to get close to death and devastation in order to experience it, but then also have the safety and high of a resurrection that allows us to truly feel blessed and alive, as exemplified by our search for heightened but controlled “near death” experiences such as roller coasters, skydiving, etc. I am terrified though, that these dreams will make me soft. That a day will come when it’s not a dream and the reality I wake up to is tragic, and that will be something I can’t change no matter how strong my will or determination.
I am and always will be terrified of when the phone rings in the middle of the night.
Appreciate your families, people, whether they are by blood or by companionship or by mutual positive regard. Because really, after all things trivial that make us anxious, sad, angry, jealous, irritated or resentful are overshadowed by something bigger, what is stronger or more valuable than the people you love and who love you? When you read about someone being murdered at random in the street and the only thing the devastated parents can say is, “I just wish I had given her a big hug before she had walked out that door,” at the end of the day, maybe that is the saddest, most devastating hindsight of all.