The Dream

Okay, if you follow my twitter then you'll most likely have seen the the tweet I posted this morning. For those of you that didn't, let me explain. This morning I woke up in a cold sweat from this really strange dream that I had last night. It wasn't really a nightmare per say, but it did leave me feeling very unsettled and that feeling has stuck with me for most of the day.

The dream took place in the daycare that I attended as a little girl. In the dream I was my four year old self again. It was obviously nap time because all of the other children were asleep. Now, please be aware that when I say that I was my four year old self again I mean mentally as well. I got up from my cot and went into the kitchen to ask one of the adults to get me a glass of water but there was no one there. I went down the hall to the storage room and still couldn't find them. I searched the entire daycare as well as my child self could but there wasn't a single adult in the building.

I looked out the window to see if they were outside but all that I could see were the woods bordering on the playground fence. I wandered around for a bit more before deciding to go lay back down with the other kids in the main room. However, instead of going back to my cot, I walked over to the front door. I stood there staring at it for several minutes before reaching out and gripping the doorknob, twisting it, and pulling the door open. The moment I did so, I woke up.

I've tried very hard not to think about my dream all day but now that I'm focusing on it I'm noticing several things that are inconsistent with my, admittedly vague, memory of that daycare.

Number one, that daycare was never near the woods. It was in the middle of town. I remember because my friends and I used to try to get passing 18 wheelers to honk their horns.

Two, the lack of adults. There was always at least one adult in the same room as the other children and I. It was rare to have only one adult at the daycare during the day. Usually there were at least three.

Finally, the door. That door got locked once all of the children were inside the building. As far as I can remember, that door was never unlocked unless it was recess or we were being picked up at the end of the day or dropped off in the mornings.

I'm not sure what made me dream this. Maybe it was the fact that I ate Apple Jacks for dinner that night(unhealthy I know), that was my favorite cereal when I was little, but who knows. I'm not even sure why I'm blogging about this, but it's helping slightly with the residual anxiety. I guess it's just the fact that I'm getting my thoughts off of my chest. I'm not sure if I'll post anything else tonight, I'm really tired so I'll probably go to bed early.

Until next time, see ya.