I received a prompt to “write about falling”.
Here it goes…..
Falling seems to show up most in my life in my dreams.
There was the dream where Mountain Man and I were driving up the most mysteriously windy and narrow road to a mountain top that could not have been more than 4 feet wide.
I remember I was terrified. We were going out for a getaway and got lost. This super windy mountain was something out of a Dr. Seuss novel. In other words, nothing like this exists in the real world.
The mountain was purple and as we drove up the mountain, the road became narrower. When we were at the top, the car flew through the air, and we started falling.
The scenery surrounding this Dr. Seuss type mountain was similar to the Grand Canyon, except there were lots of colors that do not typically present themselves in nature. Purples, bright greens and blues all over the mountains and rolling hills below. There was a purple stream flowing.
I could see all of this as we were driving up, and then as we were falling down.
Whenever I have a falling dream, I tend to wake up right at the point where I start to fall. I usually wake up sweating and terrified. They are always the most real dreams for me.
Another dream involved my son, the youngest of my three kids. I have mentioned this dream before in my strange dream post.
I was dropping him off at preschool one morning in my minivan, and as I walked up to the front door, I noticed a swinging wooden gate to the right of the preschool entrance.
When I looked over the swinging gate, I could see that there was a huge cliff as soon as you stepped through the gate. The cliff and the back drop resembled the Grand Canyon exactly.
It was eerie because the preschool in the dream looked exactly like my son’s preschool here in our small town. This made the dream even more real for me.
I was trying to be brave and understand that the preschool teachers knew what they were doing, and surely they were aware of this ominous gate that lead to an almost certain death if anyone dared to push open the swinging gate.
However, as I drove away in my dark blue minivan, I was shaking and crying. I did not feel safe at all. All I could think about was my son falling down the cliff, after pushing open the swinging gate door.
I quickly turned my minivan around, and hastily thought up a believable excuse as to why I had to pick up my son so quickly.
A dentist appointment that I forgot about seemed like the perfect excuse, and I went with it. I rushed back and let myself in to the preschool.
I signed my son out and placed him in the safety of his carseat in the van, and breathed a sigh of relief. I woke up at this point, and remember feeling very scared. Immediately, I got out of bed at 3 in the morning, and checked on my precious baby boy, and all was well.
Climbing up ladders in my dreams also happens quite often. I will be climbing up an extensive ladder that leads up to the sky, and then start falling off it. When the falling starts, I wake up.
Apparently, dreams can really take it out of me, especially when actual falling or even just the prospect of falling is involved.
Wow, these dreams would certainly freak me out. Dreams can take a lot of you, you think about them all day and wonder what they mean. The ‘falling’ could mean anything, have you looked it up? Maybe you feel like you’re out of control (falling) or maybe you’re life is heading toward a new direction? I always wonder if dreams are trying to tell us something, but, at the end of the day; dreams are just dreams 🙂
Have a beautiful week with (hopefully) beautiful dreams! ox
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I don;t have falling dreams much. I used to suffer from night terrors. I only have a few a year now. But I rarely dream of falling…hmmm. curious about dreams they are often not what we think at all. Thank you for sharing at the Thursday Favorite Things blog hop. Wishing you a beautiful weekend xo
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