Nasty Nightmare

My Own Nightmare, by Infinity Rain @ FlickrSometimes a nightmare will inspire me, once I’m awake and look back at it. Not this one. It just scared the living crap out of me. Fortunately, I woke up before the end.

I needed some pain meds yesterday, after being four hours on my feet in the morning. The last three days, I’d been proctoring for the middle school End of Grade exams, so for the first time since I injured my neck, I’d been on my feet for an extended period without a break. Yesterday was the last day, so once I’d gotten the kids home from school I took a couple of muscle relaxers. I thought about the pain killer but decided to skip it. I haven’t had one in a while and didn’t want to get started taking them again. It’s a very addictive narcotic, and it makes my head all fuzzy.

The muscle relaxers kicked in and I crashed out about six last night. I slept straight through to 3AM, woke up for about an hour, and went back to sleep.

I awoke from the nightmare a few minutes ago. It started out pretty good, though. I was a new teacher and a group of really old black men with silver hair were teaching me to play the saxophone in the teachers’ lounge (which was outside on the deck in the forest, ’cause that’s where teachers’ lounges always go, right?). I stepped away for a moment to talk to my wife, and when I got back, the table, the men, and the sax were all missing.

It must have been late fall, because the ground was covered in orange leaves and the trees were bare. My wife and I went looking for the sax in the forest. I found it at the bottom of a little dry creek bed, caught in the top of a fallen tree. When I climbed into the thick tangle of branches to get it, I suddenly found that the tree was not a fallen one at the bottom of a creek bed, but a standing one at the tip of a long, skinny spit of land overlooking a deep gorge, and it was swaying (with me in it) out over the chasm. I shifted my weight a little when it swayed backwards toward the safe ground, and got it to crack and fall, dropping on top of me as I hit the ground.

(whew)

Then came the scary part. My daughter was screaming my name, and I looked to my left to see her on a similar spit, hanging from a similar tree, but her tree was leaning over the cliff at a 45 degree angle and she was dangling from it. I couldn’t get to her because the spit of land I was on didn’t connect to the main ground anymore.

I woke up.

Nightmares like that are just part of the deal when I take the meds, though. I hate them.

From Whence Came the Art:

That image is titled My Own Nightmare, by Infinity Rain.

13 Responses to “Nasty Nightmare”

  1. Diana Says:

    I tend to dream ever night. I always have, not sure why but I remember most of them. Well last night I had one that I wish I didn’t remember. Mike was on his way to work and got to a horrific accident. He was in ICU and I got a call that I had to make the decision to pull the plug or not and all I could think of is what did he tell me; what was the conversation that we had about that and did he want me to or not. I woke before I could make the decision. But I’m asking him tonight what he wanted because I can’t remember!

  2. Lou FCD Says:

    Yeah, he wants you to. Betcha a quarter.

    How’re the boys?

  3. Diana Says:

    He said it depends on the circumstance. What they are, who knows??? I think the circumstance of whether I’m in the bed next to him or not plays into it though.

    The boys are good.

  4. Diana Says:

    We’re sitting her analyzing your dream and we think it’s your fear of K going off to college and you not being there to help her through life’s journey and that she will be in a predicament and will need you and you won’t be able to be there for her.

  5. Lou FCD Says:

    🙂

    I hadn’t thought that deeply about it, but you’re probably right. My subconscious fretting about what’s nagging me from the back of my conscious or something.

  6. Lou FCD Says:

    So what’s the sax about, I wonder…

  7. Diana Says:

    Duh, sex. You found it in a “Dried up creek bed”. ; )

  8. Lou FCD Says:

    I am so telling my wife what you just said…

  9. Diana Says:

    Your sex life is the creek bed not your wife!! She’s not the creek bed, I should know!

  10. Lou FCD Says:

    I think there is some video tape here to which I should be privileged but am not.

    Please correct that deficiency immediately.

  11. Diana Says:

    You may think you’re privileged . . . . . . .

    Correct what??

  12. Lou FCD Says:

    I want a copy of the video!

    (It needn’t even be the original. HD would be nice…)

  13. Lou FCD Says:

    Oh, and widescreen with zoom features, if it’s not too much trouble.


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