I would love to know what you all dream about. I really would.
Do you share your dreams with other people? Or perhaps they are not the kind of dreams you would like to share!
Let me share a recurring dream I have.
For years, I have dreamt of playing for my Scottish football team, Greenock Morton. It’s remarkable how, from tie to time, I will wake in the morning and my first thought is ‘I was so close to making my debut for them’. You see, despite many, many years of this dream, it never ends happily. I have never, ever woken up and thought ‘at last, I made it onto the turf’. Never. And that kind of makes me sad. Or perhaps it is sad that a man in his 50’s still dreams of playing for his childhood team.
But only recently, this recurring dream took a rather sinister turn. Yeah, I am going as far as saying sinister. There I was, on the substitutes bench and the game was in play. The manager turned around to the bench and said ‘Gareth, get warmed up’. This was my time. My moment, which I had (literally) dreamed about for years. Ok, it was still a dream but you can imagine the joy I was having (yeah, ok, realistically you probably cannot) of knowing that after all these years, I was finally getting the nod to play. Anyway, I warmed up per instruction from the manager and ready to step onto the turf and fulfill a lifetime achievement when disaster struck. In my dream, my mother was sitting on the bench with me. With her full football kit on. The manager turned around, looked at her straight in the face and told her she was going on the pitch to play, rather than me! Yes, my own 74 year old mum took my place and all I could do was look on in disbelief and disappointment. Can you believe a mother would do that? To her own son.
I rang her the next morning and told her what had happened. I was not overly happy with her. She didn’t even apologise. No, she just laughed. Laughed loud, eventually stopped only to utter the words ‘my knees wouldn’t be up for it these days’. Exactly, I thought…but you still took my place (albeit it in my dream).
And I only wish she had told the manager in my dream this vital piece of injury information. If she had, perhaps he would have overlooked her in favour of me and I would have made my debut. Goodness, I think I deserve it, after all these years of anticipation.
This scenario reminds me of a lady I used to work with. She came waltzing into the office one day, face like thunder. She did not look happy at all. She walked up to a colleague and revealed that said colleague ‘had been horrible to her in her dream last night’. The recipient of this little outburst was understandably rather perplexed. And the dreaming, livid lady proceeded to take great pleasure in holding court on the office floor and sharing the detail of her dream and how this innocent bystander had been so horrid to her. In her dream!
She didn’t speak to her all day. Seriously, not a word. Can you believe that? Atmosphere you could cut with a knife.
I will leave you with a thought. Just imagine for a second, whoever you dreamed about at night, was made instantly aware of their presence as soon as they awake. No matter the content of the dream. Yes, no matter what, they knew. Oh, yes…they knew. As soon as they open their eyes, it came to them in a flash.
Who had been dreaming about them.
And what it was about.
Consider that for a second.
