Well, I am actually talking about nightmares. The dream I had last night had me waking with tears in my eyes. I have had dreams before concerning Theo, where I have woken in terror, or confusion, and these are normally dreams in which I am holding Theo in my arms, I wake during this part of the dream, find my arms empty, and then spend a few frantic seconds trying to find him in the bedclothes. Only to wake fully and remember Theo is fast asleep in his own cot in the next room. This situation usually means I wake up Willy who wonders why I am searching the bed for something.
Anyway, last night’s dream was more real. In it I had a different wife and a young daughter, who in the dream was about 3 or 4 years old. She was saying to me how she couldn’t play girly games with me and had to do that with mum. While she speaks to me I recall a dream in which I had a young son called Theo, and how I had his picture on my VDU at work. While my daughter continues talking, I remember Theo’s wide grin, his blond hair and that I loved him dearly. I looked at my daughter and realised I wanted the family in the dream, and not the one in front of me. I then break down crying saying how much I miss my son Theo and that he was more special and more real to me than my wife and daughter. During those few moments of tears I actually feel as though my real life was the dream, and the dream was real, and that I had actually lost my son altogether – that he no longer existed, or in fact had never existed at all – I recalled everything about him in the dream within the dream and it broke my heart to realise I had lost him.
I now wake from this dream, back into this life, confused and upset. My brain trying to work out whether I am still in a dream, or actually awake. When I come to, I realise Theo is in his room and this is real – Theo does exist; I am his father; and he is the best thing in my life.
When Willy wakes in the morning, I tell her about this dream and am still so upset about thinking I had lost Theo, I cry again. When Theo wakes later on, he probably wondered why I hugged even more than usual. The thing is though, Theo will also be cursed with this over active imagination during sleep: my mum had it, I have it, and I am sure Theo will too. He will rush into our room on many occasions I am sure when he is older, and describe dreams even more odd than my own.
It is amazing that a brain can have a dream in which the subject has a dream and confuses dream from reality: a dream within a dream within a dream. I was just so thankful and relieved that I woke up in this one, still with my Theo.
Please add a comment about any of your own crazy dreams, just so I don’t feel alone.