It's funny how as an adult & a parent your nightmares can differ greatly from that of a young child.
I had two bad dreams last night, neither of which should have been particularly scary but for me, they were.
In the first "nightmare" my wife and I were at a party. I was sitting on one side of the room while my wife was sitting on the other next to one of my coworkers, when my wife approached me and told me she was leaving.
"Okay," I replied, "I'll come home as well."
"Oh, I'm not going home," my wife told me, "I'm just not staying here." And she left the party with my coworker.
In the second "nightmare" my family had fallen on hard times and we'd had to move, which meant pulling my son out of his current school and enrolling him in a new school in our new neighborhood. My son's current RL school is a very good school; his new school in my dream was not, and could best be described as (I think) a stereotypical "inner-city school". We walked my son to his new school and classroom where we watched his teacher introduce him to the class, then, as he took his seat, the door on the other side of the classroom opened and four students walked in. All were dressed in identical clothes and exhibited an attitude that screamed "street gang". I walked away, fearful for both my son and his education.
Sunday, July 05, 2009
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You are right...those are scary dreams. It is interesting how when we grow up, our "nightmares" become bigger than just a monster under our bed.
That is interesting. I guess at some point we realize there are worse things in life than monsters.
Although monsters are still pretty scary. Like that one on the Bugs Bunny cartoon when he's in the old mansion and he sleepwalks or something, and in part of it he's under water. The monster in that one always freaked me out.
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