Yep, I had this recurring dream for years. I know the first recollection I have of the dream was about the time I was in Kindergarten. The dream made no sense then and still doesn’t. I’m not sure I believe in dream interpretation, but I do wish I knew why I had this dream over and over, year after year, until I was well into my adult years.
When I was just a little girl, I woke up with such a strange feeling…like I’d been running. And I had been. In my sleep. I remembered the same part of the dream each time I dreamed it. It never changed. And it made absolutely no sense.
The dream started out with me hiding in a large cornfield. It was a cornfield in the middle of Paris. France, that is. Not Texas. I am not sure how I knew it was in Paris. I just knew. And I was crouching down, running through the cornfield, running away from gangsters. Not gangstas! Gangsters, like the ones in the movies. You know. Al Capone-type guys. Wise guys. With fedoras and trench coats over old-style pin-striped suits. But no guns. They were carrying scythes. Cutting down the stalks of corn, trying to find me.
And I was never caught. I ran up and down the rows of corn, ducking and hiding from the slashing scythes and the scary gangsters. I don’t know why they were chasing me or why I was running from people who appeared to be from a different time period (at least, clothing-wise). And I really am not sure what a cornfield was doing in the middle of Paris! I think that is the part that puzzles me the most.
What is it about recurring dreams that mess with us so much? I mean, I dream all kinds of strange dreams. Most are almost immediately out of my head a few minutes after waking up, but I do remember some longer. And they are usually just as odd as my Cornfield in Paris dream. But I don’t dream them over and over.
Do you remember your dreams? Do you have a recurring dream? Do you believe in interpreting dreams?
” The interpretation of dreams is the royal road to a knowledge of the unconscious activities of the mind.” ~ Sigmund Freud