Haunted

I chose this title because I feel it accurately describes the way I've been feeling lately. Not by ghosts, but by my own dreams!! In the last year or so I feel like I've had WAY too many troubling dreams, the kind where you wake up feeling panicked, and then can't shake the feeling for days.

Lately there are 2 recurring dreams I've been having. The first is about needles. For instance, a couple nights ago I had a dream (or would my dreams more accurately be called nightmares?) where I was running around trying to find my sister Ayisha, who is also a medical assistant, because I needed an insulin shot and couldn't bring myself to do it. So I was searching everywhere for her, and finally found her, and then I couldn't find a needle to fit the syringe. And I was panicking because I knew that if I didn't give myself the shot on time I'd get sick.

The second dream I've been having usually involves this one set of my close guy friends I had in high school and college. (I don't dream about my female friends as much because I get to see them much more often) Last night I dreamed that it was high school graduation again, and they called me to meet me somewhere, so I just kept running all over the city trying to find them, and I was crying because I couldn't find them anywhere. All my dreams run along this line - either I'm trying to find them and can't, or I'm having so much fun with them that when I wake up and realize it was just a dream then I'm really sad.

It's so weird that I dream so much now, because during junior high and high school I hardly dreamed (or rather, remembered my dreams) at all. I remember one point my senior year where I realized that the last time I remembered dreaming was in like 7th grade. I think my dreams got kick-started again because when I sent my missionary off I started dreaming about him or my other friends that had left several times a week. And now I'm just a regular dreamer!

Speaking off: There are only 2 dreams that I had as a child (under the age of 10) that I can remember, and they both involve my sisters. In the first one, a lion escaped from the zoo and came to my house and so we all ran into the house to hide. But my sister Kavita didn't make it in time, so she jumped into the sandbox to hide and the lion jumped in and ate her. In the other dream, my sister Ayisha was hit and killed by a car in the street. Both gruesome, no? I must have been learning about death for the first time at that age or something.

Sorry for the random post. Though I suppose they're ALL random. . .