Can someone please tell me what I'm forgetting?
I've been having dreams for a week now, various weird dreams, all with a common theme.
The first one, I've had before. It's been a decade or so since I got out of the livestock business, but every now and then I still dream that I've forgotten to do hog chores.
For about a month.
I leap out of bed, throw on some clothes, run to the hog houses (two of which don't even exist anymore), fling open the doors, and see busted gates, starving animals, broken waterersâ€¦all the things you'd see if you hadn't done chores for a month. It's a very vivid dream; I don't enjoy it so much.
Oddly enough, a couple other livestock farmers told me they've dreamt the same thing. They don't like it so much either.
Anyway, that particular dream usually gets me when Iâ€™ve forgotten to do something. I've checked my calendar, asked my wife, examined my conscience...I'm just not coming up with anything that would provoke that level of anxiety, which leads me to believe that what I'm forgetting is really, really important.
I had another dream last night. As I remember, I was late for church, so I didn't stop to put my socks on. Then, after I got to the church, I realized I'd gone to the WRONG church, so I ran across town to the right church. When I finally got there, the usher told me that my shoes were dirty and I'd need to take them off and then I remembered that I wasn't wearing socks...or something like that. The details are a little blurry, but it wasn't a rewarding worship experience. I've heard that a common dream is showing up someplace in public and realizing that youâ€™re naked. Well, I'm a Minnesota farmer, so showing up without socks in church is probably the equivalent.
My wife doesn't enjoy these dreams so much either. Apparently there's a certain amount of kicking, flailing, and moaning involved, which she seems to have trouble sleeping through.
It's all making me a little crazy, not to mention waking up exhausted every morning. I fired up my computer to try to find out how to interpret my dreams, in hopes that if I understood what my subconscious was trying to tell me, it would let me get a decent night's sleep. The website I looked at told me that to do a proper interpretation, I first needed to find a "quiet place."
Come on. I live in a county with a population of only five thousand people. My house has a driveway a quarter of a mile long -- and I live in the basement. Quiet is not an issue.
The next thing I was supposed to do was "get in touch with my intuition."
I have no idea what that means, but it was suggested that I chant, "I call forward my highest inner knowing."
I still have no idea what that means.
Evidently, and I'm guessing here, in order to properly interpret my dreams, I need to let my feelings out.
I'm not sure that's a good idea. I live in a world where a stunning, heartbreaking earthquake can devastate Haiti and the only thing that Pat Robertson can think of to say is that the Haitians are cursed because they made a deal with the devil a couple hundred years ago. And that's only the first of many examples of idiocy that spring to mind. We could all make a pretty long list of things that keep the pot near boiling all the time. I think keeping my feelings under wraps is the only thing that lets me maintain my sanity.