Worth a Thousand Words: Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream

These dreams go on when I close my eyes. Every second of the night, I live another life. - Heart

I can’t say I’ve been one to dream a lot at night, but lately it seems there has been a number of nights where my mind tends to wander more. I’m not sure why that is happening. 

I know people say there are a number of possible reasons why someone dreams. It might be because there’s a lot on my mind with work or whatever. I’ve also heard the theory that what or when you eat might affect dreaming.

I am also the type that really doesn’t remember specifically what I dream. I will often remember a general theme of the dream or maybe a location or people in the dream, but most of the finer details seem to just fade away shortly after I wake up, even if I want to remember it to tell about later (like in a column).

From what I do remember, though, my dreams tend to either be about my current work, a previous job, or are based on me being at some sort of lake. But of course, the dreams are always some sort of twisted version of these themes. 

I do recall that many times, if I dream of work, it will often include the fact that for some reason, my bedroom is somehow directly physically attached to my place of work. I’m sure many will say that simply means I myself am too attached to my work or something.

I’ve also had the dream that I think many others have had where they dream they are lying awake in the bed, with the only way you realize it was just a dream was due to some sort of loud noise or something waking you up from the dream.

There are two dreams, however, that even though I had them many, many years ago as a child, for some reason every detail of them has stuck with me to this day. The first one featured me, my sister and our dog playing in our yard when all of a sudden a Tyrannosaurus Rex attacked. 

The second one was somewhat similar where I was playing in our yard with our dog when we discovered a tornado was coming our way. I remember urging our dog at the time to get into the house, and I opened the door just as the tornado hit. 

In both dreams, I woke up from the loud noise that the T-Rex or the tornado made. 

I’m sure I had those two dreams because at that time, we were studying those very subjects in school. But I have no idea why I still remember them, yet I quickly forget most of the others. Maybe it’s because those were nightmares when most of my other dreams don’t seem to be scary in nature.

Either way, I tend to look at dreams as an annoyance that usually disrupts a good night’s sleep, even though I know it is recognized by some as being a vital part of the sleep process. Others say that actually, you dream every night, but only a small percentage of those dreams get even vaguely remembered upon waking. If that is true, then I guess all I would have left to say is “Sweet dreams!”

Bill Stickels III is editor of the Isanti-Chisago County Star. He can be reached at 763-689-1181 ext. 107 or editor@countystar.com.

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