The Worst Dream

When I sleep I don't usually have dreams. Or maybe I do but I don't ever remember them. The only time I remember my dreams is when I take NyQuil right before I go to bed. Then I have the weirdest dreams. Like Alice in Wonderland with no sound kind of weird. Lately I've been having the same dream (nightmare?) over and over. It's awful. I've had it twice this week. It's making me dread going to sleep.

I open my eyes to find that I've been asleep with my head on a desk. I lift my head up and recognize that I'm in my English class from my senior year at Provo High. Why am I here? The teacher announces that my senior project is due tomorrow, then the bell rings. I walk outside of the classroom to find my friend Lacey who has been out there waiting for me. I ask her what's going on. Why are we here? We graduated from High School 5 years ago!


"Nobody told you?"
"Told me what?"
"That High School never ends and you have to come back and repeat your senior year forever. If you fail you die. The last day of school is tomorrow. You should probably go talk to one of the counselors."


Suddenly I'm outside of the Principals office. It's dark and scary. The secretary tells me to go in. I walk into a dark room and see a judges bench with bright lights shining down on it. There sits my Principal, Vice Principal, and the counselor. There is a small chair in the middle of the room. They tell me to have a seat. I get the chills.

In this moment, I am more scared than I've ever been in my life. The Principal informs me that your senior year of High School lasts forever. You're supposed to repeat it every year, and if you fail, you'll be killed. Since I was uninformed about it up until this point, and I had already missed the first 5 years of my repeat senior year, they wouldn't kill me. As long as I made up all my work by the time the year ended. Which was tomorrow. I had 1 day to make up 5 years worth of homework.


I blink, and when I open my eyes it is the start of the next school day. Today is the day I have to make up all my work. I go to all my classes to ask my teachers for the last 5 years worth of assignments and tests. The day goes by in a blur. I panic as I try to get all of my homework done. I don't stop to eat or go to the bathroom. I'M FREAKING OUT. It's 2:30 pm, and I hear the last bell of the day ring. I didn't even make a dent in the pile of stuff I had to do. I know I'm going to die.


And that's when I wake up. I'm out of breath and totally panicked. It takes me a second to realize it was just a dream. I lay in bed for a minute to calm down. I check my phone to see what time it is. I have several missed calls, text messages, and voicemails. I'm 4 hours late for work! Christy has been texting me telling me she's called the Police and sent them to my house because I'm late and I'm not responding to anyone and they think something bad has happened to me.

That's when I REALLY wake up. 

I immediately check my phone to make sure I'm not late for work. It's usually somewhere around 6am. I try to fall back asleep, but I wake up every 30 minutes or so and immediately look at my phone to check the time.

Seriously, the worst dream ever.

Rick has been unusually quiet in his sleep for the last few months. I thought that maybe he was over his sleep talking. It came back suddenly and with a vengeance. The other night he was asleep and he started gasping for air. I woke him up and asked him if he was okay. He opened his eyes for a second but then he fell back asleep, meanwhile telling me about his dream.

"I was at my parents house and I needed to get to the bedroom. There were a pack of wolves in the hallway. I was in charge of them. I told them to move out of the way. They all did except for the leader, he snapped at me. We started fighting. We wrestled into the bathroom. He turned into a human and then he was choking me but you woke me up and you saved me." He was snoring in between sentences, by the way.

Please bless that our children don't have our sleeping habits.