For the first time since Leila was born, I remember a dream I had last night. Mostly because Nina woke me out of it by crying in her own dream, at 5 am. I’m guessing this dream was influenced by the recap sequence in one of the Battlestar Galactica episodes I watched last night.
Here’s what I remember:
My family, my parents and sibling, and my grandparents, and Carrie’s parents and siblings where all in a huge house which looked like a cross between an old colonial plantation house and my grandparents’ cube like, reinforced concrete, built to last and withstand a direct hit from a 500lbs bomb, bunker of a house in France. We were all there, trying to prepare the house for a nearby nuclear detonation. I remember I had to go around the house to close all of the wooden shutters. I remember feeling stressed that I wouldn’t get to all of them before the impending attack. As I was about to close the last one, I saw the distant white flash of light, followed by the muffled sound of the detonation a few seconds later. I finally closed the shutter as the blast wave was about to hit the house… then Nina cried in real life, and saved me from my own mind.
A few weeks ago, I was commenting to a friend who was recounting a nightmare of hers, that she was lucky to be able to remember her dreams. Now, I’m rethinking that thought. I do miss my dreams, but when it comes to the ones like last night’s, I’ll be happy to continue on not remembering them.
