Dream, Dream, Dream♫

Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This)

What is the best dream you’ve ever had? Recount it for us in all its ethereal glory. If no dream stands out in your memory, recount your worst nightmare. Leave no frightening detail out.


Maddie never could remember her good dreams.  They seemed to float away on a wisp of cloud when she woke up, to be carried away into the Neverland of dreams that never came true.

The bad ones, though, she never forgot.  She remembered dreaming of a terrible witch who was constantly chasing her. She’d hear the THUMP THUMP THUMP of the witch’s footsteps following her wherever she tried to go. The worst part was when she dreamed that she couldn’t lift her foot off the ground to take the next step, or that her fastest running speed was slower than a baby’s first tumbling steps. She would cry, and scream.  No one came to help her. It was always dark, and she was always alone.

Sometimes she would dream that she could fly, and then she’d be released from the boundaries of earth and gravity and could finally escape.  She would feel safe at last–until another kid of monster came swooping down out of the darkness, nearly grabbing her with its horrible beak–just before she woke up. Awake, her heart would pound like a jackhammer until she realized she was safe in her own bed and that the dream was over.

Once, though, Maddie had a wonderful dream. She and her friends loved to play wedding, and they had some discarded formal dresses their mothers had worn.  They would dress up, find flowers to carry, and march down an imaginary aisle to imaginary music, often to be met by an imaginary groom who was undeniably dreamy.

She had a dream about that one night.  It surprised her, because she was 21 years old, and she hadn’t been bothered by her nightmares for quite some time. This dream was no nightmare. It came complete with flowers, music, cake, and a handsome groom. As she watched the dream, in that twilight stage between waking and sleeping, she suddenly realized that it was the morning of her wedding day, and everything in the dream was exactly as she had planned it to be.

And they did, indeed, live happily ever after.



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