Dreams may be door to hidden insecurities

If the eyes are windows to the soul, dreams must be the door to our hidden insecurities.

My father often joked about an odd recurring dream he had. In the dream he would find himself in the middle of a busy hotel lobby… sitting on the toilet. It was funny in and of itself but even more so because my dad always carried himself in a very sophisticated, proper manner. (Totally unlike me, by the way)

I’ve experienced some weird repeating dreams over the years too but nothing involving toilets. About once a year a dream transports me to Hades, but there’s no fire and brimstone. Instead, I’m condemned to work on actuarial tables for eternity. Given my lack of math skills and attention to intricate details, this is indeed fitting punishment for me. Fortunately, my prayer life gets a boost with each rerun of this fantasy.

Another dream has me back at college facing a huge mid-term exam that I somehow forgot to study for. This one is guaranteed to reappear every six months. It still jolts me awake even though it’s been a long time since I was a college student.

One dream that consistently revisited me has apparently gone AWOL. I’m in Army boot camp and I save my pup tent from a massive summer thunderstorm deluge. (Truth serum note – I’ve never been in the military). The morning comes and I walk triumphantly into the mess hall only to be greeted derisively by deafening laughter and the sight of scores of occupied cots about the room. I have since “retired” from such primitive outdoor pleasures and now do all my camping at Holiday Inn.

Pleasant dreams everyone.

MEL PARKER Yuma