Sunday night Brad and Angelina came to our house. They didn’t mean to, of course, they were only looking for someone else. But they wound up here all the same…in a very vivid dream of course. For some reason Hubby and I made the conscious decision as we invited them in–as conscious as it can be if it’s a dream–not to make a big deal over them. We invited them in to sit and chat awhile and one of the kids was in and out of the room where we all were. At first they seemed confused to be here and not very talkative.
Then I asked Brad something about his father, can’t remember what. He looked at Angelina and frowned. Angelina then explained to me that his father had died two days before. Then he visibly relaxed and they stayed. And stayed. So long, in fact, that we began to wonder when they would leave.I think I was wondering what to do and how to get them to go, and then I woke up. That’s one way to get them to leave I guess.
Now there’s nothing extraordinary in and of itself about a Brad and Angelina dream, I guess, and what it means is anybody’s guess. What is rather remarkable, I think, is that after a long period of not being able of sleeping more than three to four hours a night, probably due to chemo and its multiple aftereffects, I’ve finally begun to sleep again. Well enough I might add, and long enough, for REM sleep. Up to a couple of weeks ago, no matter what time I went to bed, I’d sleep a short time, then I’d toss and turn the rest of the night with brief periods of sleeping and waking. I can’t begin to count the hours I’ve spent this year watching the lighted ceiling clock tick slowly around until time to get up. I’d resigned myself to the fact that the older we get, the less REM sleep humans get.
But why dream about Brad? Probably because when you say Brad now, the name that seems to naturally bounce off the tongue next is Angelina–like Liz and Richard, Antony and Cleopatra, even Desi and Lucy before them. Famous or infamous coupledom, it is what it is.
Indeed, why Angelina? Probably because Hubby and I saw a dead ringer for her seated near us when we were eating at the Olive Garden a couple weeks ago. Adding to the effect, she woman was wearing the same type of knit skull cap in which Angelina has been photographed many times. I’m sure the fact she looks like a famous beauty hasn’t escaped her cognizance. She must have been looking for someone in our neighborhood even that evening; took her more than two weeks to find our house.
My cursory research on sleeping and dreaming reveals that vividly recalled dreams occur most often during REM sleep. What did Sunday’s Brad and Angelina dream mean? I haven’t the foggiest, but the following night I dreamed about my mother. It had been a very long time since I’ve seen her even in a dream. It was nice to hear her laugh again–at something I’d said or written.
If sleep is the golden thread that ties health and body together, then dreams must certainly be the movies our souls provide for enjoyment. I wonder who or what I’ll dream about tonight. Mostly I’ll just be happy to not be worry about whether I’ll be able to sleep like other people…so nice to feel (mostly) normal again.
Hope you all sleep and dream well and often.