Don’t you love bad dreams? A bad dream can wake one up in a bad mood; forcing the dreamer to choose how to deal with the discomfort the dream has caused.
The bad dream found me last night. Years have passed since Chandler and I parted ways. For almost two years after, at least once a month, the same dream would happen. The dream always started out the same way. My Mom and I would be in the car,driving around a city, and looking for a certain road. We would circle the same area repeatedly. Somehow, eventually, the sought after road would appear. We would take the road, and find his house. This is where the dream would change.
Sometimes we would be sent away. Sometimes we would be welcomed into his house, much to his chagrin. Sometimes I would barge in, not welcomed, completely intent on sharing whatever was on my mind. These situations never ended well.
Last night’s dream was a bit different. This time the whole family was invited over. He lived in the same place as always. We all, Mom, Dad, both sisters, and me entered his house. Upon entering, we see on the couch three beautiful curly-haired little girls, and one beautiful little baby boy. This was shocking as he had given me the impression he could not have children.
Chandler’s wife was not there. She was at work. He and I said little to each other, except the comment I made on how beautiful his children are. The sisters and I decided to inspect the rest of the house. We discovered pictures of his wife with another man. We also discovered a room that held in it a live, working clock, the size of the entire room. This clock had swinging pendulums and would have easily killed someone. We were astounded and had no answers. There was a specific time I watched his kids playing in the back yard, and wondered how in the world this could have happened. Upon entering the room he and my parents were in, I asked him about the pictures and the clock room. As he began to answer, in walks the man from the pictures with his wife. Actually, this was his wife’s ex-husband. Coincidentally, he was also the father of all the beautiful children playing the back yard. This includes the baby boy who looks so much like Chandler.
Chandler was shocked and embarrassed as the story came out. We left. Strangely enough, my family went back home. On the way, we stopped at Taco Bell, where I ordered a macaroni taco which was supposed to be a dietish choice.
Upon waking up this morning,some observations were made.
1. Apparently, there are still some tucked away issues to deal with if dreaming about Chandler makes me wake up sad.
2. Even in my dreams I have weight issues.
3. Maybe his life is not perfect either.
4. I have no clue what this random dream means.
Thanks for reading. Cheers!