Children and horrible dreams
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March 31st, 2006
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I had this awful nightmare last night. It was beyond horrible and tends to happen a few times a month. Before Daniel came along my dream statistic was awesome. I would dream almost every night and 80% was about sex. Dreaming about sex is allowed, right? I would almost never dream about any of Sandra’s hot friends if that makes things any better.
My dream last night probably has something to do with my previous post about Ben and the story about Elena. And also that I’m a whimp when handling emotional events concerning children.
So I had this dream last night about Daniel. We were playing outside our house and there was a small road just above it. Daniel was playing and stood on the side of the road. Suddenly a big tractor came by and slowly drove right over him. The large right wheel totally crushed him. But it gets worse. Turns out even though he was crushed under the wheel, he ended up splashed on the side. He was flattened, almost like in one of those cartoons, on the side of the wheel and the tractor just kept moving. We screamed and screamed but no one could hear us. We could see the tractor moving away and our splashed son kept spinning around on the outside of the large rim. We tried to catch up but failed. I ended up following the tractor tracks in the snow and finally caught up as it stood parked a few miles away. Still with our son splashed on the side of the wheel. What makes it worse is that in my dream I was pinching myself hoping to wake up and realize that it was all a dream and our son was fine. But pinching myself did nothing and I was just starting to accept the inevitable that our son was dead. That’s when I woke up.
I don’t know about you but my dreams usually feel very real. As I woke up I wasn’t really sure where I was or what was going on. Before I had time to figure anything out I ran into Daniel’s room and found him sleeping peacefully in his bed. Thank God. I got a lump in my throat and tears in my eyes as I leaned down and gave him a hug. Then I laid down on the couch in his room and stayed there the rest of the night. Just to make sure no fucking tractor was getting near him.
I hate these horrible dreams. Can’t wait for the sex dreams to come back. Will they ever come back????
Have a nice weekend
Man, I hear that. I don’t know how many times I’ve dreamed that Squeak died in her sleep. I had a doozy of a nightmare last night after reading yesterday’s post at BlogFathers about the poor parents who lost their boy to brain cancer.
I would love to have a good sex dream instead! I haven’t had one of those in… in… geez, how long has it been?
Me too. A good sex dream would be nice. They’ve gotten a little better but I also have recurring nightmares about my son. I also tend to (slightly) sleepwalk so usually I wake myself up as I’m trying to jump out of bed to get to my son.
I don’t dream about the girls dying, but I have major angst when my husband is out of town and I am alone with the girls. My fear is that I will die in bed and the girls won’t be able to care for themselves and my husband won’t be back for a few days. It’s completely weird and irrational, but it’s true. I never felt that fear before my girls were in our life.
I haven’t had a sex dream sicne I was pregnant. I miss them!
Hi - found your blog in a google search this afternoon. Had a horrible dream myself last night. Dreamt I killed my daughter, chopped her head off. Shit ! Way too vivid, way too real. I’ve been shaking all day. Never had one before, hope I never have one again.
I’d give anything for just a normal sex dream.