The Control of Dreams.

Have you ever had a dream while you were asleep, and you couldn’t look at a person the same afterwards because of that dream? I have; but I’m not going to tell you about it.

I didn’t have a post written for today.

Normally I’ll write a post a day, or two, or several, before that day comes up. Yesterday, though, I just didn’t feel like writing. It happens to the best of us.

Then, last night, I had a dream.

I was driving down the road in the car I have now, which is an all-wheel-drive Charger. It was twilight–not quite dark yet. The road was one lane in each direction, dark tar, bright lines. It switched back on itself in pretty sharp S-curves. I was driving out in the middle of nowhere–what I would equate to memories of Arizona and New Mexico–big rocks, red-clay ground.

It was summer.

Suddenly the car began to slide. I was on ice. I’ve experienced the sensation before. The car was almost going sideways, nose to the left, as I steered into the skid. Then the nose was to the right. I steered the other way. I was nervous, but I wasn’t scared. The car went off the road into the dirt. It wasn’t bumpety-bumpety; I was just in the dirt. I steered back onto the road. Then, after about thirty seconds, everything was fine, and I went on my way.

I had some other dreams around that, also having to do with being in my car; but I don’t really remember them. I just vividly remember that one part.

I woke up and laid in bed. What was all that about? I thought to myself. What did that dream mean?

Then, and I’m not making this up, I heard a voice in my head.

You may feel like you are out of control; but I will keep you on the path.

That’s… really all I have to say about that.

My husband is out of town right now. He texted me as I was getting ready for work. He told me he had some really weird dreams. I called him and talked to him for a few minutes. He dreamed that he was taunting someone he didn’t like, and then he was beating the snot out of him. We had a little laugh.

Isn’t it funny how sometimes dreams can make you feel better when you wake up… or sometimes they can really traumatize you?

A few weeks ago I had a dream that my teenage son was lying on the couch with his head in my lap. He was dying of a drug overdose.

Many years ago I had a dream that a lion was ripping me to shreds. It was the scariest dream I ever had–because I couldn’t wake up. I was lucid in the dream–I knew I was dreaming–and I was thrashing my body side to side intentionally, hoping I was doing so in real life, hoping I was hitting my husband so he would wake me up.

He didn’t.

(It wasn’t his fault.)

I started writing a song about dreams. I’m going to post it this coming Sunday, on Song Sun Day. There’s a whole story wrapped up around it as well; and I hope you enjoy it. Originally, I had talked about that lion incident in the song, but I changed it.

When I was in the military, in tech school, I had read an article about dreams. It had said that if you keep a notebook beside your bed, and write down dreams as soon as you wake up, they can become more vivid. It also said that in some cases you might actually start writing down the dream while it was happening.

I tried it. I kept a notebook beside my bed. I would write down dreams. I stopped abruptly one day, though, and threw away the notebook forever, when I woke up and read this scrawled in the notebook:


It was definitely me who wrote it, but I don’t remember it. That was enough for me.

Have you had a strange dream about a person or event that made you change the way you thought about that person? I’d love to hear about it in the comments.


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About Susan Pitman

Susan is an artist who grew up in Massachusetts and now lives in Texas. She writes songs, short stories, and books. You can follow @susanpitman143 on Twitter.

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