In Dreams begin Responsibilities

Title stolen from Delmore Schwartz’s short-story of the same name, a title he stole from W.B. Yeats, who stole it from some play.

I don’t always put a lot of stock in dreams, but sometimes I do. Especially when they’re recurrent. And I’ve been having a lot of recurring dreams lately. Only they aren’t good dreams, they’re bad dreams. Sometimes straight up nightmares. And it freaks me the fuck out.

There’s the one where I’m stuck in the car, going 70 miles per hour, and I can’t make it slow down no matter what I do. I can feel my heart racing as my foot depresses the brake peddle. When that doesn’t work, and in fact I speed up, I begin to panic and worry that I’m pushing the gas instead of the brakes. So I push the gas, and the car slows down dramatically before going out of control again. Then I throw the car into park while I’m driving, and it actually speeds up. It’s terrifying, and I can feel the steering wheel going slick from sweat, and I just know I’m going to die any minute. At some point in this one, I always become aware that I’m dreaming, because I pass the same scenery over and over again, like a reel on a movie. The same cars, the same trees, and the same thing happens over and over on repeat. I become aware I’m dreaming, but it doesn’t calm me down. In fact, I grow more afraid, and then the scene switches…as though my mind is trying to trick me with another dream.

What does it mean? I’m out of control of my life? Afraid I’m doing too much, too fast? Afraid that my fate is out of my hands, because no matter what I do it doesn’t make a difference? Afraid I’m headed for a crash that will ruin everything?

There’s the one where I’m being held in some lab. There is a labyrinth of corridors, all lined with animals in cages. There is all manner of mammals, human included. Their cells are just large enough for them to turn around in. I can hear the hum and buzz of the flickering lights, smell the animal fear and waste, hear the grunts and cries and howls of anguish. I’m running, running, running down one of the corridors. I’m lost and afraid, trying desperately to escape. I’m shaking my captors, my pursuers. I’m gaining momentum even as I lose steam, until I slip on the floors, slick with water and urine and hazardous waste. Just as I’m about to be shot, a man rounds the corner and shoots my pursuer. I somehow know I’m safe with him, as though I used to know him long ago. I can’t place him, but I know he’s from my past. He guides me to a makeshift operating room. I can see military personnel moving about the grounds outside. They’re watching for me, in case I escape. The man who rescued me speaks in a whisper and instructs me to lie back…he’s surgically removing chips and trackers from my body, and he injects me with some serum that’s supposed to help me elude the military. It’s really fucking weird and shady, and I’m always struck by the fact that I feel no pain. Fear, yes, but there’s no pain even as I watch my wounds bleed from the surgical procedures. Then he tells me he’ll find me again, but I’m to escape while he causes some hellish distraction to allow me to. The only thing that changes in the dream is whether or not he finds me after. Sometimes he does, and sometimes I know – even as he’s saying he’ll find me – that he won’t survive what he has to do to help me escape.

I find this one even more baffling. It all plays out like a movie. It’s very detailed. If I were an artist, I’d draw it all out, scene after scene. It’s that vivid and real. I’m in danger and in need of rescue? There’s someone I need to trust, but I don’t realize it? Or I’ve allowed myself to become trapped and need to free myself? Am I reading too much in? Probably. But this dream keeps visiting me. Over and over again. And it almost always immediately follows or precedes the dream about being in the out of control vehicle.

There’s the one where my heart is broken. I’m in love with this beautiful, dark, intelligent man. We’re in love of the deepest kind, true soulmates, or so it feels. He’s perfect. Fucking perfect. There’s nothing about him I’d change. And just as we’re about to marry, he introduces me to his family. They refuse to accept that he’s in a relationship with me, insisting that he meet someone more suiting to him and “his kind.” They bring in this beautiful girl, right in front of me. And he doesn’t fight them. She’s beautiful. Dark like him, but completely empty. She barely speaks, and when she does she only parrots what she’s been taught. The pressure from his family builds and builds until he finally relents, and he marries the girl. I’m devastated, but continue to be in his life. I’m there for their wedding, the birth of their children, forever alone. Pining away for what might have been.

This is another extremely detailed one, and I’ve left a lot out on purpose. I think I know where this one comes from, yet some of it doesn’t gel. I think it’s mostly about my fear of being alone for the rest of my life, or at least never having what I believe true love to be. I have this deep-seated feeling that it’s for everyone but me. And I’m really fucking sick of this dream, in particular.

Last night, I had those three one after the other, in that order…bam, bam, bam. I woke feeling completely drained, and I’ve thought about them all day. The only thing that would have been worse is if I’d had the truly nightmarish nightmare that I have on a semi-regular basis.

It’s dusk, and I’m running from someone. I don’t know who it is. I don’t even know if it’s a man or a woman, or if it’s even really a person. I’m just running for my life. I’m running and stumbling and running out of breath, weaving my way through a subdivision that looks like it was built in the late 70s. There are no people anywhere, and there are no cars. Not on the street, not in driveways, not under carports. Nothing. It looks abandoned Completely fucking abandoned. I always finally run up to the exact same house. Up the driveway, through the carport, and into an unlocked door. I shut and locked the door behind me and am immediately overpowered by the putrid stench of blood. Blood and meat. And I know it’s human. I don’t know how I know, but I do. My eyes widen, and my pulse races as I take in the scene: blood covers every wall. I’m not talking smears and splashes. There’s barely any white to be seen. It’s almost all coated in blood. The floor is slick, like someone splashed buckets of it everywhere. There’s no furniture, no nothing. Just walls and floors coated in blood. I don’t even have time to think about backing out, because suddenly there’s harsh pounding at the door to my back. I take off running through the house, slipping on the bloody floors. But it’s not a normal house, it’s a fucking maze. Room after room, the lighting grows darker and darker, the blood grows thicker and thicker, and I begin seeing bodies. Parts of bodies. Sometimes I see people that are still alive, victims and perpetrators. Tied up, drugged, heads lolling…others wearing bizarre leather costumes and hoods, holding medieval looking weapons of torture and death. They see me but don’t care. It’s as though there’s no fear of my escape, because there’s no reason to think I will. As I run, the corridors and rooms twist and turn and continue growing darker…and smaller…and narrower…until I’m in some strange room with concrete tiled walls. There are drains in the floor and hooks and loops on the walls, next to a bank of floor to ceiling lockers. There’s nowhere left to go. I’ve reached the end of the maze, and I can hear…whatever’s been chasing me…closing in behind me.

And then I wake up. I have one or two other recurring nightmares, but that one is by far the most terrifying. The images, the changing rooms, the twisted people and and not-quite-so human creatures I see…are fucking terrifying. It’s truly a nightmare, and I always feel really fucked up in the aftermath of waking from that one.

So. While I like to entertain thoughts of what my dreams mean, I don’t like to dwell on that one. At least not on purpose.

What about y’all? Do you have any recurring dreams or nightmares? Do you put any stock into their meanings?

25 thoughts on “In Dreams begin Responsibilities

  1. I dream like you. There are many nights I go to bed, praying, actively telling myself that I don’t want to remember any bad dreams. Rarely, it works. I’m pretty hippie-dippy-trippy though, and so I do not think of them as much in theory, and more of an alternate reality. In a strange way, I can only relate to people who dream like you and I, as I fear other people may actually be shut off at night, and it’s hard to trust them. What can they know if they don’t wake up in strange landscapes? How can they relate if they’re not tortured by fear?
    I realize I may not make sense. I’m okay with that.

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    1. Whoa, I love that perspective, Joey. Thank you. It doesn’t strike me as weird so much that people have trouble remembering them – I forget more than I remember – but when people say they simply don’t dream at all? Dude, that’s fucked up. Who doesn’t dream?! Oh lord, the thought of them TURNING OFF AT NIGHT?! That’s freakiy!

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  2. I have a dream where I’m directing a movie and put a story together slowly. Then I run the whole thing through in the viewing room so it’s essentially the same thing twice, second time quicker. Does this mean I’m a control freak? Your descriptions were compelling reading, by the way.

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    1. Dude, that’s pretty trippy. But very interesting…you’re in charge of your own story, and then you watch it move according to your plan. Interesting..and perhaps controlling. I dig it!

      And thank you!!

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  3. I occasionally have recurring dreams, but cannot describe them in detail the way you do. Fortunately, they’re usually not scary or overly unpleasant. I tend to recall the feelings associated with particular dreams rather than the content, and find it next to impossible to put most of my dreams into a coherent narrative.

    The last one you described is truly horrific…I am so sorry you’re subjected to it on a semi-regular basis.

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    1. That’s the case for most of my dreams – I remember smatterings but mostly feelings. But these are so damn vivid, and I’ve had them so so many times. Even after I wrote about them here, all sorts of other details about them rose up before me. There’s another one, too, that I forgot to mention…..where I’m in pursuit of someone. Like I’m on a mission. Driving down a dark highway at night, stopping now and then at gas stations to ask about him. But he always stays one step ahead of me. Strange, but interesting dream.

      And yeah…that last one always fucks me up pretty good when I wake up from it.

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  4. OK, there’s something in your past you need to get dealing with. It’s gonna follow you out west if you don’t.

    The lab guy is telling you that you CAN get this out of your system. But you need to start facing it and dealing with it. And it’s something difficult (hence all the blood and slipping)

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    1. Woman, you’re absolutely right about that. There are several somethings in my past that haven’t been properly dealt with. I’m absolutely a PTSD case, but I don’t know how to overcome it. Probably need to seek a new therapist as soon as I land there.

      Also. Thank you for your perspective.

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  5. Fucking Weirdo πŸ˜‰
    That is the most amazing set of dream I have ever heard of Steph.
    You have to write these down and get them made into a movie each because there is definitely something there…..
    Either that or you are just plain crazy…. πŸ˜‰

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      1. HA! You don’t give yourself enough credit.

        It’s funny now, looking back – when I was in grad school, a professor tried to recruit me for a screenwriting class. “You’d be perfect for this course.” I had zero confidence and also little time for extracurriculars that wouldn’t count toward my degree.

        Kicking myself now. πŸ˜‰

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