I have also been multiple kinds of people in my dreams (a child, an old man, etc.) and once I was a cat and my whole dream was from a viewpoint of about six inches off the ground. When I was a kid the other kids used to say that “you couldn’t die in your dreams, you always wake up right before you die, because otherwise you would die in real life.” But I’ve had dreams where I experienced the first half of the dream as a first-person observer and actor, but then died and the second half I was a disembodied ghost only able to observe from above but not interact. ( I tell him that I don’t really need to watch movies, because I see them at night, anyway.) I also dream in color and occasionally have had smell, touch or taste in my dreams. I, on the other hand, am terrible at visualization but have vivid dreams which can be complex, have multiple camera angles, theme music, and on at least one occasion, credits at the end. My husband, who is a very detailed visualizer in real life, says he doesn’t have any visual images in his dreams at all, he just dreams in “concepts”, like the idea of having a problem at work, but no pictures. Unrelated, but Broken (in the best possible way) just made it to the finals in the Goodreads Choice Awards for best humor book of the year and I know I’m not winning it because there are too many heavy hitters so I’m just going to celebrate being a finalist now. I just sense things and hear them” and now I’ve decided that all bets are off and dreams are just fucking weird. I asked Hailey and they were like, “I’m actually blind in all my dreams. I guess I haven’t either?” so I guess there are three kinds of people. And then I was like, “I have questions” because I suddenly realized that I’ve never smelled anything in my dreams and Victor was like, “Huh.
So when my mom was here I asked her if she was a person who fought the monsters or ran from the monsters and turns out she’s had the exact same recurring nightmare as me (and also never looks at the unseen monster) but whereas I’m in a quick-sandy street she’s in a house and there’s a weird smell. Meanwhile, Victor is having dreams where he has claws and a fucking theme song (no joke, y’all) and is killing the final boss every night. Those who run from monsters in their dreams and those who fight them (WHICH I NEVER EVEN REALIZED WAS AN OPTION) and I think this probably says something about each of us and I’d like to say that this inspired me to turn around and face the nameless dread but I keep having the dream and it never occurs to me to do anything other than postpone the inevitable. WHAT THE FUCK, VICTOR.Īnd it was then that I realized that there are two kinds of people in the world.
there is no monster…there is some unseen terribleness that I’ve never actually looked at because I’m too busy running away from it, and 2. So I have this recurring nightmare where I’m running away from some unseen dread but I’m always moving in slow motion because my feet are stuck in quicksand, but I recently discovered that in my dream I can grab onto bushes or trees beside me and pull myself forward so that I can run away slightly less slowly and I was telling Victor about this and he looked at me like I was insane because basically I was just proud of finding a way to prolong my nightmare and he was like, “Why don’t you just fight the monster?” and I looked at him like he was insane because 1.