by James Wallace Harris, 8/9/21
Last night I awoke from a dream that was so disturbing I didn’t want to go back to sleep. I was afraid I’d end up dreaming it again. I used reading Facebook on my phone so I wouldn’t fall back asleep.
The dream began when I was walking down a sidewalk. I saw people up ahead and didn’t know them. When I got up to them they asked me who I was and I couldn’t tell them. They asked where I lived and I said at the other end of the block. I told them I only walked to the end of the block and returned because I’d forget where I lived. But when I turned around to walk back home I couldn’t find it.
I kept walking through suburban streets looking for a street sign name I knew, but none of them made sense to me. Eventually, I realized I was in an urban area with traffic. I kept thinking if only I could find the main street I could walk home by following familiar streets.
As I got more disturbed people would stop me. I couldn’t tell what they wanted. I started becoming afraid of people. I thought people were hitting me and I was blacking out. Whenever I came to I was someplace else. I kept having more and more blackouts. I felt people were hurting me, even molesting me. I wanted to find home so badly.
The last scene I remembered was pushing a car door open. I was trying to run away from the people in the car. I got out of the car and ran, but everywhere was so strange. Then I woke up.
This dream was so unpleasant. I went and sat on the commode for a while thinking about it. A dream can meaning anything, but my first thought was I was suffering from dementia or Alzheimer’s in the dream.
Eventually, I went back to bed, but I got out my phone and read things off of Facebook. I remember now I wanted to see names and places I knew. Sometime after that I fell asleep. Luckily I didn’t have that dream again.
I hope I never do.
4 thoughts on “The Most Disturbing Dream I’ve Ever Had”
In ‘Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance’, Phaedrus had is kids get out of the car to ask for directions.
I’ve read Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance twice now, but I don’t remember that. I guess I need to go read it again. What a great book.
Dear Jim, Are you cracking up? Or just worrying about what could happen. That was a truly terrifying event. I recommend 2 fancy chocolates, a glass of champagne and a bubble bath!
Don’t make too much of my dreams. My subconscious is quite a storyteller. I don’t know if its messing with me, or trying to tell me something.