Michael Jackson in my Closet and my Dad in Snake Skin Pants: When will this term be over?!?

Lynae N.

November 22, 2009 - 10:08 PM

I think I can, I think I can, I think I can. There have been too many late nights and early mornings for me lately. I'm getting to that point that I usually live at throughout the term where my brain is too full to sleep well at night, where I have weird dreams, and where stress wakes me up with a surge of adrenaline way too early in the morning. I am so thankful to say I haven't lived in that place but I am regretful that it came. In all of my planning and discussion of how amazed I was at my lack of stress this term, somehow the stress crept up behind me and pounced when it had its opportune moment.

I can blame the sleeplessness of my preoccupation with thoughts and excitements about the prospect of getting pregnant, but the dreams I can only attribute to stress. There are a few classic historic stress dreams that illustrate my point of their bizarre nature. But by far my favorite stress dream happened a few years ago.

In this dream I lived with my roommate in an apartment in a large white medical looking building. I opened my closet and it opened up into a secret medical lab where scientists were hiding Michael Jackson and performing all sorts of strange experiments on him. I remember their shock at my "discovering" their secret lab and made me promise to keep the whole thing a secret. I promised, but continued to regularly visit Michael Jackson in my closet. Eventually, he and I became really good friends and I remember my deep and sincere remorse that I couldn't tell any of my friends about this great new friend that I had made. That sadness was pervasive and I felt it very vividly both emotionally and physically. The dream closed with me walking in the park with Michael Jackson eating ice cream cones and my sharing with him how badly I wanted to be able to tell my friends that he was such a special person.

I have never cared for Michael Jackson and haven't listened to secular music for close to 10 years. There's no logical reason for him to pop up in my dreams and the vividness made it strange. Now, while not as funny, I had another interesting dream the other night. I won't share with you all of the details except for the part that felt the most vivid and seemed the most out of place. I was visiting my parents and was waiting with my Mom in the living room for my Dad to come home from work. Well, apparently he was having a mid-live crisis because when he walked in he was wearing a bright red silk shirt with sequins, a large collar, and it was open half way down his chest. He was sporting shiny black patent leather boots and black rubber snake skin patterned pants. These pants were the best part of the whole outfit. They went half way up his stomach and had two giant belts on them, both of which had very large shiny silver buckles on them. Now, you may not know how out of place this picture is since you do not know my dad, but I bet if you imagined your own father in the same outfit you might understand how disturbing the mental image was for me.

All I can say about this is that I am sure glad there are only three more weeks left in the term. There is a maximum of three weeks opportunity to continue having these vivid and strange dreams before I get a break. I hope my rest comes sooner, but I know I can endure for another three weeks if I have to. And with that, it's late and I'm going to bed, hopefully to better dreams than the ones I've described to you!