by Arianddu » Thu Oct 15, 2009 1:55 am
Every single time I've had the flu in my life, the night before I got a fever, I've had a vivid dream that involved me being off-balance. Being knocked off my feet by waves, being on a moving ramp that suddenly becomes so steep half way up that I couldn't stay standing up, being in an elevator that went out of control, climbing a spiral staircase that got narrower and narrower until I had to cling to the walls, standing on a second story where the floor started tilting and tipping; things like that. The weird thing is, after I've had the flu my sense of balance becomes incredibly over sensitive, to the point were I am sickeningly aware of the side-to-side motion of elevators and the swaying of tall buildings if I'm on upper floors.
My ex used to talk in his sleep and have weird dreams. There are two that I remember very well. One was when I was woken up by him talking in German-sounding gibberish. Not actually speaking German (he doesn't, I do) but babbling that sounded German. He got up to go to the loo, which he often did in his sleep, and I heard him say 'achtung!' as he flushed after peeing, then swearing 'swinehund' when he tripped over the cat on the way back. Before getting back into bed, he pulled the quilt off the bed and stuffed it into the corner of the room, muttering gibberish again. I jumped up to grab it again, while he lay down on the bed, and our cat jumped up to curl up on the pillow next to him. His response to the cat nuzzling at his face was to clearly say 'nein nein, mein Captain, this is not the time!' When he woke up the next morning, I asked him why he had been dreaming he was German. He was amazed that I knew that - he'd been dreaming he was on a German U-boat; the thing with the quilt was him trying to load the torpedo bays.
The other one I remember very well was actually on Christmas Night. We were driving from Canberra to Adelaide on Boxing day, about 11-14 hours depending on breaks. I don't drive, and it was the first long-distance drive he had done as the only driver. I worked out he was a lot more stressed about it than he was letting on when he woke me up by yelling at someone for tailgating (one of his 2 pet driving peeves) in his sleep. About 10 minutes later, he was yelling at someone for unsafe overtaking, his other pet driving peeve. I'm not sure how much later it was after that, but I had fallen asleep again, only to have him shaking me awake, saying 'honey, honey, you have to wake up.' I asked him what was up, thinking there was some terrible problem. Now, remember - we're in bed, ok? Why is he waking me up? To tell me 'I'm too tired to keep driving, we have to pull over so I can get some sleep.' I wanted to laugh so hard, but I managed to say 'Ok honey, you pull over and get all the sleep you need.' He replied 'ok' and was snoring 10 seconds later.
Why treat life as a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving in an attractive & well-preserved body? Get there by skidding in sideways, a glass of wine in one hand, chocolate in the other, body totally worn out, screaming WOOHOO! What a ride!
) and you can't see the face, so there's no point. 
Anyway, they were helping me raise my daughter. The next thing I knew Andrew was yelling at all of us & telling us we had to get up for school.
So those four are your secret fantasies on MR? 
