I'm a vivid dreamer. I always have been.
Some mornings, I recite elaborate, strange dreams to my husband before we ever get out of bed.
I can remember the most minute details, as long as I tell someone the dream as soon as I awake. If I don't, by afternoon the details have faded and all I can remember is if it was strange, exciting, scary, etc.
Friday night we stayed home. Late in the evening, we watched the first episode of The History Channel's Swamp People, followed by an episode of Animal Planet's Hillbilly Handfishin'.
Jealous, aren't you? Go ahead, admit it. I'll wait.
Over it now? Okay, let's proceed with my story.
We went to bed and I dreamed of a bizarre combination of those two shows, plus a healthy sprinkling of some of my favorite post-apocalyptic books such as The Stand, Lucifer's Hammer and The Road.
I dreamt of the world as we know it ending and the only people who survived were those who had skills like alligator hunting or fishing by hand.
I woke up several times during the night. And every time I fell asleep again, I fell back into the same dream.
"As God is my witness," I drank only ice tea Friday evening.
I either need to more carefully choose the shows I watch or have a cocktail or two before bedtime!
Perhaps I should learn to noodle and hunt alligators? Would I then feel more prepared and not have dreams on this topic? Or, should I quit reading post-apocalyptic books? Or, quit watching those tv shows? Or, go for counseling? The possibilities are endless.