I’ve always had nightmares, but over the last few nights, they’ve really been disturbing. The kind that makes you jumpy all day.
It’s gotten so bad, that I’ve been humming the Freddy Krueger song all day…
One, two Freddy’s coming for you…
Of course, the most bothersome part is the recurring dream. Or I should clarify, the recurring “star” at the center of these midnight movies of the mind.
Apparently, I have my own Freddy Krueger.
Only this one doesn’t have a burned face, trademark fedora and sweater, and a glove that can end lives while also cutting steaks.
No, my disturbing dream demon is a blue eyed blonde.
The one who once wore a little white dress and stood next to me on an altar.
Three, four better lock your door…
Somehow, however, she has burrowed deep into my subconscious and clearly has no intention of leaving. I’m not sure where our divorce papers are, but maybe this was part of the settlement, and I simply didn’t realize it at the time.
Sure, I figured she might pop into my dreams a little more often now that I’m writing this TV series about my time at college, which is when we met.
To this point, though, her character has barely received a mention. She pops up maybe once an episode, and even then, it’s just for a fleeting moment.
It’s almost as if her character is a ghost that haunts the story because I know that she will eventually become a major character. I’m aware that she’s out there lurking, maybe hiding around the next corner or under my character’s bed.
Five, six grab your crucifix…
But that doesn’t explain the increase in intensity of the dreams.
As always, they begin either with her breaking up with me, or my realizing that my marriage has ended and then desperately trying to get her to take me back.
There is a chance, however slight, that I do have happy, rainbows and unicorns dreams about her, but I simply don’t remember them because the nightmares demand far too much of my attention.
So why am I so worried about these nightmares now, and asking if The House on the Hill has magically moved to Elm Street?
Because two nights ago, I had the most horrible nightmare in a long time.
It veered from the regular script, and that alone was enough to freak me out. But what really got to me was the subject matter. I’m not going to share it because it will just unnerve me yet again, and it’s a creepy, rainy night.
Seven, eight gonna stay up late…
What I will share, though, is that for the first time, the nightmare caused me to care about my ex-wife, worry about her, and want to reach out to make sure she was okay.
Of course, I eventually realized it was just a dream and made no attempt to contact her.
Freddy Krueger ain’t got nothing on her!
Hopefully, these nightmares end soon because I’d really like to get a good night’s sleep.
Nine, ten never sleep again…