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All In Your Dreams

Be careful what you wear to bed at night, you never know who you’ll meet in your dreams.  ~Unknown

Kyle laying on a sleeping Aunt Heather Piper
Me napping on Aunt Nikki, while Kyle munches on his Cheerios

Dreams can really bring a smile to your face, bring fear to your heart, or stop you in your shoes and get you thinking, that is if you remember them.  The mind is an organ that alters reality, brings inspiration and causes sleep deprivation.  Sometimes all in one night or within a good Sunday afternoon nap.  Recently I’ve had some very funny dreams.  They were actually brought on by reality.  Please indulge me with a few fun dream memories.

When I stay at my parents house, I usually sleep in Kyle’s bed.  It’s a queen size bed and, for the longest time, Kyle slept with my parents.  Not to mention I hate sleeping on the futon.  The last few weekends, I found myself waking up to Kyle in my bed.  He cracks me up, he wedges himself up against me and pushes me to the side to take over the entire bed.  His presence in bed with me while I slept caused these funny dreams.

Three weeks ago I was half asleep and half awake.  I thought I kept hearing Kyle say, “Aunt Heather your arm, where’s your arm?”  In my dream, I couldn’t feel my arm and I was looking for it.  I kept saying, “I don’t know where it is buddy,” and I kept trying to grab my missing arm with the other.  As I was doing that, I laid my hand on Kyle’s head, literally.  I instantly woke up and realized Kyle was laying on my one arm and it was so asleep it was numb.  I couldn’t feel it.  I had to slide his head off of my arm like sliding cookies off of a cookie sheet.

Two weeks ago, I was back in my blissful sleep.  As I dreamt, I felt like I was in a wind tunnel.  I mean, in my mind the wind was blowing so hard I couldn’t breathe.  What made it even worse, there was a foul smell that came with the wind.  I was walking through this tunnel, it was actually a sewer.  It was dark and I wasn’t sure why I was there or how I got there.  In fact, I think I was somewhere else and then I was abruptly pushed into this scene.  I kept walking but was choked by the smell and the wind.  I knew I had to get out of there.  I was feeling claustrophobic and I couldn’t breath with the wind in my face.  I walked until I ran into something with my head.  At that moment I woke up to find myself facing Kyle on my pillow.  He was breathing hard in my face with his morning breath.  I actually started to laugh, instantly having the dream on the forefront of my mind.  At that moment, Kyle woke up and I couldn’t help but share the story with him.  We both lay there half awake and half asleep laughing over the story.  Kyle still sometimes walks up to me and quickly blows a few puffs of wind in my face and he says, “Remember Aunt Heather?”  What a card!

Kyle and Aunt Heather Piper relaxing
Me and Kyle kicking back. He even would sit on me when he was younger.

There were other dreams that took me off guard, still clearly remembering them to this day. One night I was sleeping in my room.  This is when I was still living at my parents house, so I’m going back some time.  I was dreaming that I was standing in pins and they were pricking all around my foot.  I woke up thinking my foot had fallen sleep.  As I brushed one foot over the other that appeared to be sleeping, a soft texture caught me off guard.  I sat upright and turned on my night light to find Pudd’in wrapped all around my foot, clawing it and biting it.  She was playing with my foot that slipped out from under the covers.  Apparently she thought my foot was fair game and me sleeping was an invitation to play.  Once I loosened her kung fu grip from around my foot, I realized my foot really wasn’t asleep after all!  That was crazy.

Ok, one more story since I just thought of it.  Anyone who knows me, knows I love my afternoon naps.  Not that I get to take them often, but Sunday afternoon naps are the best!  One afternoon, I really couldn’t tell you what day it was, I fell asleep on the couch.  As I dreamt, I thought I was having a heart attack.  I had a heaviness in my chest and my chest felt like it was being stabbed by a bunch of needles.  I remember I had a shortness of breath and I thought this was it, I was going to see a white light.  Just then I opened my eyes to see my reflection in Pudd’in’s big green eyes.  I actually gasped and started to evaluate the situation.  My first thought was Pudd’in was there to lead me into heaven.  I’m not sure where that thought came from, but I can’t deny I thought it.  After I really woke up and came to my senses, I realized Pudd’in was standing on my chest kneading the dough, or at least that’s what I call it when a cat is purring and using their claws to fluff an area.  It just so happens that this area was my chest.  She gave me the feeling of having a heart attack, or a least I’m guessing that’s what that feels like.

Dreams can be life altering.  Not usually mine, or at least the ones I remember, but at least they make for good stories.

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