Backtrack a little--I reconnected with an old friend from high school. I think that's where it started, but not too noticeably. The dreams I do remember didn't keep me awake. Then I went to Jamie's ultrasound, then the dream with my brother. The last three nights running, I've been having these dreams wherein I'm looking for someone out of my past. First it was a child who died six years ago. Someone had locked her away in an abandoned house, and I heard her calling. I woke trying to pull away the barriers. Next it was a friend from the old neighborhood, one I lost track of through many sad events; I was searching for him and when I found him, I couldn't hear anything he said, even though I could see him talking. Last night, it was one of my oldest, dearest friends, a man whose heart I broke several times and still he was always there for me, and I for him (boy next door scenario.) We were in a room together, talking, and he said, "You really don't know why I can't do this." And then he was gone, and I was in a glass car, searching for him in a snowstorm; and though I knew he was out there someplace, could hear him calling, I just couldn't find him.
Just yesterday, I reconnected with another old friend, a Marine I met in a chatroom just before she went overseas to Iraq. Through that old high school chum, I reconnected with a few more old high school chums. See the thread, here?
Anyway, for the past three nights, these dreams kept waking me with a start, but when I fell asleep again, they'd continue just where they left off. I remember them clearly the next day, and days later. They're not scary, just unsettling. They make me curious, and you know what curiosity does to this little oyster.
Am I searching for the past? Looking to reconnect like I did with this old high school buddy? Is it my birthday coming up next week? Is it my daughter's pregnancy? Am I simply searching for all the time I'm losing due to taxiing my son all over creation these last few weeks? It can be so many things causing these vivid quest dreams, and I can't say I hate having them. It's kinda cool, you know? It's making me think. But I do wish I didn't wake up so much. I feel groggy through most of the day.
Any and all thoughts welcome. I love this sort of thing.