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Dream Journal

I have always had a vivid imagination. Though most people outgrow nightmares, I still have them as an adult. However, I also have some pretty incredible dreams. A few months ago, I decided to start writing down my dreams in a “Dream Journal,” which is actually just an online document so that I can add to it whenever I remember my dream from the night before.

As I’m reading through my journal, there are a few entries I’d like to share, but we’ll start with just two.

Here is the first one, from 6/10/13 – the night before starting my new job:

My extended family (on my mother’s side) was lined up across a cement platform, about 2 1/2 feet wide, that extended from the shore of a lake into the middle of the lake. We were using tennis shoes tied onto the ends of strings to catch small crocodiles. The crocodiles bit the end of the tennis shoes, and then we’d pull them out of the water and set them in the water on the other side of the platform. I had the feeling that there wasn’t any specific purpose for doing this–we were just entertaining ourselves. Then a large crocodile swam up just as my niece Tessa (16 months old) fell into the water. Tessa landed on the crocodile’s head, and he started to swim away with her. My sister Shanna (Tessa’s mother) and I looked at each other. She said, “He’s got Tessa!” I said, “So go get her!” and Shanna replied, “You go get her!” So I handed Shanna my cell phone (strange that I was even holding it in my dream) and jumped into the crocodile-infested lake. I rescued Tessa and then experienced that moment of indecision where I didn’t know which was closer to me: the cement platform or the edge of the lake.

That’s where my dream journal entry ends for that day. How would you finish the story?

Here is the second one, from 10/10/13:

I haven’t been sleeping very well the past few nights, and it seems that my dreams are getting stranger and stranger to coincide with that. Last night, I was in a place that felt sort of like Epcot Center in Disneyworld, only without the rides. It had little areas of foreign-looking buildings. My brain decided that it must have been Ghana (even though it was nothing like Ghana). Then I returned home (again, nothing like my actual home). I ran my tongue behind my teeth, and about half of my teeth popped out! It was so traumatic! I was catching them as they were falling out and breaking off. I tried to figure out why they would be falling out and decided that it must have something to do with the foreign food I’d been eating. I called my dentist (I distinctly remember that I felt guilty because it was early afternoon on a Sunday, and I was asking him to work), then went to his office with my hands full of teeth that had fallen out. My dentist and his assistant put white crowns on my teeth, and the crowns felt really strange. I was hoping that they didn’t put the crowns on too quickly (instead of doing it right) so that they could get back to church. Also, at one point, my dentist said, “Katie, I told you we would end up doing this one day.”

I have so many others I could share! Maybe I will share a few more before the month is through.

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Flying Solo

I leave for Ghana in less than two weeks now!

As I’ve mentioned, I have a tendency to have nightmares. Sometimes I don’t know what causes them, but many times, they are stress-related. I have more nightmares when something big is about to happen in my life. Saturday, I realized that I hadn’t had a single nightmare about my Ghana trip, and I was feeling very proud of myself for keeping my stress under control.

Then Saturday night, cue the Ghana nightmares. The strange thing was that all of them were about my flights to Ghana (missing flights, losing luggage, getting lost in airports, etc.).

Because of a minor flight time change a couple of weeks ago, I knew my flight itinerary would be different from what was originally emailed to me. So I hopped on the airline’s website to get my full itinerary and print it. I also wanted to take care of this sooner rather than later so that my stress would be gone and I would avoid another sleepless night.

Imagine my horror when I discovered that two of my connecting flights were gone. The flight itinerary had my return trip going from Ghana to London, and then…nothing. No flights back to the United States. I double-checked the original itinerary that was emailed to me in November, and the flights were there. London to Dallas, then from Dallas home.

Those who know me will attest that I’m a very calm person. Social, fun-loving, yes. But calm. At that moment, I was panicky enough that my heart was pounding, and I had a hard time even finding a number to call from the airline’s website. I eventually found it, I placed a call, and I explained to the employee what I was seeing.

He opened the file and had to put me on hold because he had never seen it happen before. Apparently one of my flights was bumped by a few minutes (I never received notification of any of my return flight times changing, which is odd), and it no longer left me enough time to transfer planes…so the rest of my flights were just removed. Go figure.

He booked two new flights for me–still from London to Dallas to home–and it actually removed two hours from my return trip. I will now get home two hours sooner and sit in airports for two hours less. Score!

Who would’ve thought I’d ever be grateful for nightmares?

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All We Wanna Do is Eat Your Brains

“We’re not unreasonable; I mean, no one’s gonna eat your eyes.”

Okay, first, take a few minutes and listen to this fantastic song, Re: Your Brains, by Jonathan Coulton (warning: contains one mild curse word).

Lovely, isn’t it? It’s one of those songs that makes me laugh every time I hear it.

Anyway…Thursday night (i.e., the night before the December 21st “end of the world”), I had a zombie apocalypse nightmare. I have nightmares a lot (one of the lucky few who never outgrew it), but I have never had zombies in a nightmare. Until Thursday night. Of course, the timing is a little too perfect to be a coincidence. Side note: I’m not entirely sure why we were all fascinated by the Mayan prediction. After all, the massive Mayan nation was wiped out by European diseases several centuries ago–clearly their prediction skills were lacking.

So what did I do? Naturally, I posted about my nightmare on Facebook.

And thus began the onslaught of hilarious zombie apocalypse comments. In the midst of these–most of which made me giggle like an 8 year old–a friend commented that he had heard a radio announcer talking about having a brain fluid leak out his nose (ew, by the way) that tasted sweet. This considerate friend then suggested that I carry candy with me so that I can just hand it out to the zombies to satisfy their brain cravings, should I ever be faced with an apocalyptic setting–a reasonable suggestion, considering the absurdity of the entire conversation.

But wait–brain fluid tastes sweet!?! I couldn’t resist the urge to learn something new. I researched online, and sure enough, the medical sources agree. Cerebrospinal Fluid (CSF) leaks are often described by patients as tasting metallic, salty, or sweet. Who knew, right?

Alas, the world did not end on Friday, utterly wasting my sleepless night amid the zombies in my imagination. However, I may be packing my backpack with suckers, just in case.

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