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MANN: The mysteries that come when we fall asleep

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September 20, 2018 - 1:00 PM

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Before I had children, I used to love napping — I was a great napper.

I could nap on the couch, on the deck, in the car — day or night. I really wasn’t picky.

What I especially liked about napping was getting caught up in a really good dream.

You know like when you are having such a great dream that you actually get upset when you get woken up because you don’t know how the dream would have ended, but it was going really well?

I’ve always been really interested in dreams in general — trying to understand them.

I’ve read books and more books (usually while walking) about what different dreams could possibly mean.

And let me tell you, there are a lot of guesses out there.

I don’t believe dreams should be taken literally per se. Otherwise we would all have some explaining to do.

I suppose it’s just becoming my thing to try to understand those peculiarities in life that just can’t really be explained.

Especially reoccurrences in dreams.

Since I was younger, I have always dreamed about a certain house.

I don’t dream about it all the time, but every once in awhile I’ll find myself back in this house.

I have zero recollection of this place in my awake life, but during sleep, it is a comfortable and familiar place I visit often.

It isn’t very pretty or anything special, and I am not doing anything of any significance while I am at this house, but I keep coming back to it, and I just can’t believe I keep coming back to it for absolutely no reason.

I feel like each time I visit, I have to start looking for answers right away. I don’t have time to just hang out and enjoy the ride. I need to investigate why I keep returning — searching through the different rooms and reading words etched into the wood.

As if we aren’t preoccupied enough with what happens to us during the day, now I am finding myself preoccupied with that happens to me in sleep.

And now I get to wonder about the dreams of two much smaller and adorable little humans, and realize that I don’t have any kind of control over what they may or may not dream about — not that I necessarily want to.

Who am I kidding — I only want them to have amazingly positive dreams with friends and family and rainbows and unicorns and pools of Jell-O.

I want to keep them from the nightmares I know are yet to come, and I don’t look forward to those sad conversations yet to be had about bad dreams not being able to hurt you.

I want them to enjoy dreaming as much as I did, as much as I do, although I find myself pleasantly preoccupied with my ‘awake’ life these days, and I haven’t had much time to visit my mysterious house.

But I know it’s there — waiting for me to come back.

And every time I put my kids into their beds, and I slowly drift off to sleep myself, I always wonder, where will I get to go tonight?

— Becky Mann is a 30-something, red haired, mother of two, trying to navigate this life as best she can. She enjoys talking to people and discovering their stories. Still trying to balance her personal and professional life, she juggles work and play. In her spare time Becky can be found visiting with friends, spending time with her family and saving time by reading while walking, She knows there is so much more to come and is looking forward to the continued adventure.


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