Shaking In My Sleep
March 10, 2010
I moved down to Tacoma on December 6th or so, and about twice a week since then I’ve had incredibly vivid dreams that more often then not contain a fairly violent earthquake.
This is odd on several levels. First, I rarely if ever remember my dreams. When I do, it’s vague snippits that don’t make much sense and tend to fade over the day. With these, I can recall long stretches down to the smallest detail – the sights, sounds, emotions, locations, characters – all of it.
Second, the earthquakes are the only similar characteristic linking them all together. Sometimes they involve people I know, sometimes I’m by myself. Oftentimes there’s some sort of destruction involved, but it’s not uncommon for everything the the dream to shake violently for a second or two and then go back to normal with whatever the storyline of the evening was.
I wish I had an explanation for myself. I’d blame it on the media’s hypersensitivity to earthquakes right now, but they began in December – long before the earthquake in Haiti, or even the little mentioned 6.1 in Northern California before Christmas.
I went through and 8.7 when I was living on Guam, so my brain even has authentic source material to re-create these things from and I always wake up disoriented and confused.
Dear brain: knock it off!
