I asked her to tell me about her nightmare.
She said she was running a race with one of the Veggie Tales. She did not tell me if it was Squash, or Tomato, or who it was. But she did not win the race.
Then these 2 "really big" girls came up to her.
She thought they were 10 and 14 and they said to her,
"You are a slow little runner."
It's rough being 6.
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I'm always been so impressed with people who can remember their dreams. Of course, it's usually adults that are telling me their dreams and now I see that even young children can do this! Yikes, something is wrong with me! Love, Susan
Well when you were 6, Susan, I bet you could remember your dreams! This was quite traumatic for her and she wanted to talk about it. She even knew the ages of those 2 "really big girls".
Oh my goodness!! I just love that she has two wonderful Grandmas in her life to talk to! I think running with giant vegetables would have been more traumatic for me, but to each her own.
Erin
Oh sad! Ahhh to be 6 and this the biggest nightmare in life!!!
That poor little thing. They seem so real when it is being dreamed. I hope she got over it.
Those plates are from Pottery Barn. I don't have them though. That is just a picture from there :)
Pretty aren't they.
I ♥ your blog! Thanks for sharing :)
When I was six I dreamt that I was all alone in the house. I shouted for you and dad, but there was no response. I went from room to room, looking for somebody, anybody, but there was no one. Finally, I heard some very soft laughter coming from the hallway, which was dark. As I moved through the hallway the source of the laughter became clear--it was coming from my own bedroom, which I hadn't checked yet. I opened the door to my room, but the laughter was still muffled. That could only mean it was coming from the closet. I opened the closet door and there, on the floor, was you and dad. Your heads, in all their adult glory, were on the bodies of two small babies and you were wearing football helmets. From behind your facemasks you were laughing at me, maniacally and loudly now, and taunting me with repeated cries of "There's no one here! You're all alone! Nobody loves YOU!!" I ran from the room immediately, but I didn't get very far before I woke up screaming.
Did I ever tell you about that? I had a lot of nightmares like that when I was younger. Not so much anymore, but they're still pretty vivid in my memory.
I'm actually kind of glad Elora is dreaming about vegetables chasing her. It could be worse.
My goodness, reading this does not make me feel very good as a mom. I hope your childhood was not that bad during your awake conscience hours.
I use to have many nightmares as a child that everyone was leaving me. (No one ever left me.) I think it is a very common fear as a child though because when we are children we are so helpless in so many ways. I much prefer being an adult.
And also, Elora did not seem at all phased by the vegetables in the race with her. It was those 2 girls, ages 10 and 14 and what they said to her that scared her. I thought it so interesting that she knew their ages.
Good point. Older girls can be intimidating at that age.
And no, my dreams in no way reflected my waking experience. For whatever reason, I just had the most bizarre nightmares. I can remember having so many of them that I eventually trained myself to recognize when I'm dreaming and either take control of the dream (rare, but I didn't manage to do it a few times) or physically pry my eyelids open in order to wake myself up (which isn't very easy--conscious, physical movement when you're asleep is a bit like pushing a boulder up a hill--but it was the solution more often than not). Nowadays, on the rare occasions when I do have a nightmare, I'm able to do a combination of the two. I realize I'm asleep, take control, and simple open my eyes without having to pry them physically. A lot of times nightmares don't start out so bad, so if I know a dream is heading somewhere horrible, I usually time the waking up to right before the horrible thing happens, hence I have less nightmares these days. The only downside is that I'm an incredibly light sleeper as a result.
McKay had a dream once about a vampire sucking the blood of every member of our family. When the vampire came to me I said, "Butthead," and McKay woke up.
I find the nightmares of my life in the minds of other people.
Thanks for being a blogging grandma. My kids have been encouraging me to do the same. You've inspired me! Now I just need to get a better computer. Enjoyed reading yours. Stumbled on it from reading my kids' friends blogs. :) Susan
I used to always dream I was falling down the stairs. Just as I was about to hit the ground I would wake up and sit up. I slept on the bottom of a tipple bunk bed. When I would sit up I would hit my head on the bunk above me. This was a recurring nightmare. I still remember it like it was last night.
So Young and So Sweet!
And...ALL the dreams people share. After reading all the intense comments it appears to me that we could start a new blog titled, "What dreams did you dream?"
Brock & Tyler are pretty funny dudes. I could relate to Krista's dreams. I'm totally amused by the level of input on Elora's nightmare.
Hope Tyler takes notes from your blog on how to get the attention of your target market and generate a response or reaction. : )
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