Dreams

You know even though reoccurring dreams come from somewhere in your imagination or memory, that doesn’t stop me from thinking they are strange. You would think that since they are reoccurring they would be the norm in the hand full of dreams that I do remember but that is not the case.

One of my reoccurring dreams is that I accidentally chip my front tooth some way or somehow. But instead of being okay with this I freak out and make it worse by grinding the rest of my teeth into nothing or by opening my mouth. Each time I open my mouth though there is this immense amount of pain that starts at my gums and spreads to my teeth so that even more of my teeth fall out of my mouth simultaneously. But not in a neat fashion, no. My teeth in this moment of searing pain split, crack , chip and full out, leaving me with an ugly, jagged, and sometimes bleeding set of broken teeth in my mouth. Sounds unpleasant huh. Well try being the one to dream this on more than one occasion.

Okay so leaving the grotesque alone for a little while, something I also find strange in my dreams is language. I wonder if this true for other people who speak or understand a different language. Sometimes when I dream about my family or my ancestors they don’t speak english, I don’t speak english. We communicate in Yoruba, the language of my parents tribe. But its a dream so are we actually talking in Yoruba? I don’t really know. All I know is that I wake up having a hard time forming my thought in english. I wonder if this is true for other people as well. I don’t dream that often or more like I don’t remember my dreams that often. Mostly only when they are more of the nightmare variety or the missing someone variety do I recall them in the morning. Otherwise dreams are just dreams.

Sweet Dreams,

Mary