I have vivid dreams that are wonderfully crazy and odd and silly. Last night was no exception. I can’t recall how many times I saw giants, flying monkeys, or felt like I was falling endlessly when I was a child. The flying monkeys was my first experience watching The Wizard of Oz. I still get anxious watching those monkeys flying whenever I watch that movie.
When I was that young boy, I didn’t awaken screaming out in terror. For me, nightmares or any dreams I had were movies that I watched throughout their conclusion. Later dreams that molded to my growing body became more sexual in nature and of course the result spoke for itself.
When I became an adult of course I dreamt of workplace dramas, being late for a final exam, though I have been out of college for years, adventures in my National Guard days, including where I’m shot in the head as I’m going up a beach in the heat of battle. That was back when we were on standby during Operation Desert Shield.
In my later years, my dreams included people I’ve known and loved who passed before me. They were my parents and friends I’ve known for years. I look upon those dreams in a positive light too. I feel God blessing me by going to heaven and visiting these spirits who come to life in my dreams.
Oh, I also have dreams involving traveling to this mega city, where I have no idea where I’m driving and suddenly my car is stuck inside this building and I have to get out and walk to an elevator or staircase and climb or go up.
Now last night I had this dream that I was with these people who had interesting pets, two were normal animals: a dog and a cat. But then this creature appears that I at first thought was a feathered bird of green and yellow plumage. I also have occasional dreams in color though most of the time they’re in black and white. Anyway, this animal had short, stubby wings and four legs with webbed feet like a duck. The beak was like a platypus.
I like my dreams because they are so wonderfully crazy, odd and silly. I like watching these movies in my head and don’t care if people who read this think I’m an odd duck. It’s just how it is.
Jerry Schellhammer 