*I decided that everyone has these cute weekly themes, like “Thankful Thursday,” and “Sunshine Sunday” and “Wonderful Wednesday.” And I LIKE the idea, because it provides some structure, but I can’t really get behind that kind of sustained cheerfulness. I like to keep cheerfulness to myself. So, instead, I created a weekly theme that is sure to generate many good stories for myself, just by being there. Enjoy.
(“WTF Friday” could also be “WTF Wednesday,” depending on how many excellently questionable stories I have in one week, and how strongly I feel about alliteration at the time.)
(“WTF” means “what the french ?!” in young-people speak.)*
I posted about ridiculous DREAMS last week. And those guys haven’t come back, so steady your breathing. But they have been replaced with another genre of dream that I am equally unfamiliar with: found children.
Weird, I know. Trust me, I’m sufficiently creeped out.
For several nights going the same type of dream has visited me. No matter the surrounding details, the main point of the dream is always that children just appear. Sometimes they’re completely lost, sometimes someone drops them at my door, whatever. But they just appear. And they are for me.
This started out as kind of a nice thing. It’s so easy. It’s like five million times easier than medical intervention or adoption. Wouldn’t it be GREAT if real life was like this?!
But as the first week of dreams came to a close, my rational mind started to kick in. With a vengence. Here are some of the questions it put to me and my overactive id:
- Where are these kids coming from?
- What kind of person gets excited about an abandoned kid?
- Who did they originally belong to?
- What happened to that kid from last night?! Did you just abandon it?!?!?! No wonder abandoned kids are showing up in dreams!
- How come none of these dreams involve your husband?
- Why are you totally okay with appropriating a child, no questions asked?
Needless to say, I was freaked out. Am I a (dream) monster? It started reminding me way too much of that scene in The Voyage of the Dawn Treader in the Chronicles of Narnia, where the ship lands on Dark Island, the island where dreams come true. Actually true. Not like daydreams, where it just kind of cuts off at the best parts, but everything about dreams became reality.
It’s like the creepiest scene in all of children’s literature.
Anyways, I’m not going to say I felt guilty about initially enjoying these dreams, because I didn’t. But the insightful questions and the literary reference helped me kick the need for a dream-fix. Within two nights I’d managed to convert my opinion of these dreams from “AWESOME” to “super creepy.” This, in turn, made them not so fun, and so my dream world has moved on to bigger and better things.
image from Waste-Not Wagon
“And just as there are moments when simply to lie in bed and see the daylight pouring through your window and to hear the cheerful voice of an early postman or milkman down below and to realise that it was only a dream: it wasn’t real, is so heavenly that it was very nearly worth having the nightmare in order to have the joy of waking, so they all felt when they came out of the dark.” -C.S.Lewis, The Voyage of the Dawn Treader