I’ve never had recurring dreams. Along with the fact that I am not left-handed, I consider this a minor character flaw.
Recurring dreams fascinate me because I imagine that even the nightmares, though horrible, must be like returning to some country that belongs only to you, that is inhabited only by you and that giant man-eating plant that every night inches closer to your ankles, snapping.
I have revisited places in dreams, have sometimes found myself in rooms that I’ve never seen in my physical life but that are, somehow, familiar, but I’ve never had that one plot that comes back, again and again, with small but unpredictable variations…until now.
During the last week, I have spent four nights out of seven in various dream locations, with both of my cats in my arms, realizing that I have to walk my indoor-only cats home – without the aid of a carrier or car. I am terrified that they will run away, that something awful will happen to them before I can get them to safety, and as I walk, the distance I have to go seems to extend indefinitely so that every time I reach the end of one block, I realize that I still have five more blocks to go, six more blocks to go.
It’s maddening. I’ve been thoroughly cured of my infatuation with recurring dreams.
“What do you suppose this means?” I asked Mitch, who theorized that maybe I was a little too worried about the cats.
I allowed him that one, and then came across this in my reading last night:
During the second trimester, many pregnant women dream about cuddly, baby-like animals, such as puppies, chicks, and kittens. Friendly creatures in your dreams are generally thought to signify that you’re tuned in to your instincts. Menacing animals, on the other hand, may represent ambivalence about the strange new creature coming into your life.
That’s right – apparently I’m “tuned into my instincts.” And apparently I’m really worried about it.