I pay attention to dreams. I'm no fanatic. Most of my dreams are just that, flights of fancy that mean nothing. Every so often though, I have a dream that seems to be connected to reality in some way. I have had at least one dream that I remember coming true. Nothing earth shaking there.
I dreamed that someone would offer my mom a job. Sure enough, the man in my dream hired my mother to babysit for his two sons. I was only a kid, but that dream stuck with me. I always worried that if one dream could come true, why not others? If a good dream could come true, like earning extra money when it was needed, then could I expect my nightmares to come true as well? Horrors!
So far as I remember, that was the only dream I've had that came true in so direct a fashion. Still, if
I have a particularly good or bad dream, it concerns me. You never know when you're being sent a message. Last night contained such a dream. Or should I say nightmare?
Wherever I am in my dream, I'm desperate to escape. A fierce lion is at my back. Razor edged fangs nudge me, as the lion decides whether I'm to be tasted, chewed or merely mauled to death. An elderly
woman, perhaps oriental, perhaps not, holds a pot of steaming, scalding water. "Decide!" she admonishes me. "Shall I pour the hot water on the lion's face or on his tail?"
Both options sound like terrible ideas. Unable to turn around, hey, there's a lion nipping at my back, I picture the results of pouring scalding water on the already angry beast. Boiling water on his tail might turn the lion's attention from my back. It also might make him leap forward in a death dealing assault on me. Tails doesn't sound too good. Then again, if I were king of the beasts and someone poured hot water on my face, I'd probably charge whoever was in front of me out of instinctive anger. And tear them to ribbons. Heads doesn't sound good. In fact, both options sound like certain death for me.
Then again, what about the old woman? As the administrator of the roiling water, is she in danger of a hot and soggy lion mauling as well? Am I expected to get us both out alive? Or is this woman one of those mystical dream figures possessing supernatural abilities beyond my ken? Too many questions and no time to ponder them.
Waking up, I stagger through the darkened bedroom of the hotel and make my way to the bathroom. Feeling like I'm still asleep, I await the lion to appear at any moment. No jungle king
appears. Making my way back to bed, I slip beneath the still warm covers, trying to figure out if
this is one of those weird dreams with a surprise ending. My beloved Pamela snores like the roar
of a lion, but I cuddle her anyway, preparing to return to my slumber. However, if she suddenly transforms into the ferocious yellow eyed beast from my nightmare prepared to rend the life from me,
she's in for a surprise of her own. She'll get a cast iron skillet between the eyes while I dash, screaming
about the hotel in my pajamas seeking a possibly oriental elderly woman with a pot of boiling water. Knowing why I'm there, once again, she'll ask me to decide. Dreams are weird.