Ridiculous Bad Dreams & A Poncho
Black & White Fringe Poncho: Wallis | Distressed Jeans: Old Navy | Black Wedge Booties: TOMS | Pendant Necklace: Jewelmint (old) | Watch: Michael Kors (gift)
So, I have a history of having really bad night terrors and nightmares. Like, to the point where I wake up crying and I’m terrified to go back to sleep.
I become like a little kid again when I have one – even now. I always wake my husband up and say, “Baaaaabe! Honeyyyy! I had a bad dream. Snuggle me!” <—- Imagine me saying that in an extremely whiny kid voice.
Anyway. I usually don’t want to talk about the dream when I wake up – I usually just want to find something to distract myself and think about something else so that I don’t fall back asleep and fall right back into the middle of the dream. You know what I mean?
Well, the other night I had another one of my really bad dreams. And I did my usual wake-husband-up routine… but this time he made me tell him what my dream was about.
Mind you, it is 3am, I have just woken myself up from this horrible, no good, very bad dream. I am still half asleep. I am extremely groggy.
I refuse at first, but finally oblige my husband and begin telling him about my dream.
“Well I was in this haunted house… and this person was there and this other random person was there and the next thing I know the invisible ghost of this person’s grandmother was picking me up and swinging me around the room taunting me…”
I am continuing to tell him the gory details of this dream, but the more I described the dream the more I even realized how RIDICULOUS it sounded in my groggy state.
I started cracking up through my tears.
Seriously. The more I described it the more absurd it became.
I realized how irrational my fear was. But while I was in the midst of it, it was terrifying.
Does that ever happen to you?
It almost felt like a big metaphor for life.
I’ve been talking about fear a lot on the blog recently. Fear of moving forward. Fear of reaching goals. Fear of trying.
Maybe my fear (and all of our collective fears) are really like my stupid night “terrors” – not really scary at all. It’s just a figment of our imagination. Our fear is our mind playing tricks on us. And as soon as we start to verbalize our fears, we realize how silly they really are.
Am I making any sense?
Tell me I am.
What does all of this have to do with this outfit? Absolutely nothing. Other than the fact that this poncho (which I happened to catch on a black Friday sale) outfit (inspired by the fabulous Shanna) is extremely comfortable.
Anyway.
Do you have bad dreams? Do you have ridiculous weird dreams at night? How do you cope?
This poncho was a huge hit for us last season…looking to snag more this Fall. Glad to have found you thru OutoftheBoxMama! xo
My subconscious is regrettably quite good at coming up with nightmare scenarios based on my real problems, and it combines them in new and disturbing ways. My Depression is only too happy to provide the material, and the subconscious that fuels my creative mind takes that nightmare food and produces reasons for me to wake up in the middle of the night screaming – and I’m a very deep sleeper, so I have to sit through that movie right up until the end.
I’d like to believe that your theory is right, but my fears are based in perfectly rational financial and employment – based problems, and my mind is full of real world facts, figures, and reasons to back them up, and if I don’t find a way to pay that mortgage, I will lose the house, and if I don’t pay the bills, things will stop working, and if I don’t find money for gas to get to work, I won’t keep the job that doesn’t keep things going so well at all, and I have to eat, feed the cats, and if I don’t figure out how to get someone to call me in for an interview to a better job that I will be better at, all of this will continue indefinitely until something finally breaks, and things get even worse than they are now.
I don’t need nightmares. I have a reality that is nightmare enough without help.
Ah! I JUST blogged about dreams. I have CRAZY nightmares all the time! Good to know I’m not the only one.
I actually love dreaming. For some reason while I’m dreaming, no matter how horrible or scary it is, I somehow always know that I’m dreaming, so it doesn’t really bother me. Instead I totally just enjoy it! I know, it’s so weird.
You look great in this poncho!
xo, Yi-chia
Always Maylee
You make complete since! I hate night terrors, usually I get out of bed and have my dog help me patrol the house, then I get back in bed – allowing the dog into the room with us (which my husband hates) and I curl real close to my husband with my back to him so I feel it is protected and my dog is on my side of the bed’s floor. Then I dream of bunny rabbits and rainbows until I fall back asleep.
BTW love this outfit on you! You look amazing!
xo, Lee
Bad dreams are the worst! But once I say them out loud I realize how silly they sound, usually my husband makes me share them out loud too! Sometimes even out loud they are scary but most times they are not.
This is going to sound crazy, but I have only ever had bad dreams either (a) when I’m really, really tired and sleep super deeply or (b) after each of my kids were born. After each of our kids were born (like, for a few months afterward), I would have a really hard time going to sleep and when I would fall asleep, I would have weird nightmares and wake up a lot throughout the night (in between the baby waking up, haha). It slowly went away each time, but I actually think it’s related to my hormones. During “that time of the month”, I have the same restless sleep but don’t have nightmares. It’s weird. The thing that has helped me is deep breathing exercises and I try to calm my mind so I can go back to sleep.