My worst nightmare: lost at sea.
Growing up I had a lot of crazy dreams. I was chased by dinosaurs that came from the past through a portal at the back of my pool. My house was crushed by a giant scorpion that we then had to fight off. Bears, hunting me. Etc… And, more recently, I’ve had dreams where I’m in a car that is being chased and shot at.
Good times, right?
Interestingly enough, I’ve never had falling dreams. I’ve never had any dreams about work (or school) anxiety. I’ve never really had any of those nightmares that everyone seems to have at some point or other throughout their lives.
And, I’ve never had a dream where I was lost at sea, adrift on the rolling ocean with no land in sight, no supplies left, no company, no hope.
But, the thought terrifies me more than anything else.
The dinosaurs and scorpions were the dreams of an imaginative child’s mind trying to process new knowledge and fears. They hold no power over me anymore. The shoot-out dreams have occurred so frequently recently that I know they are a dream now while it is unfolding and I can use that knowledge to wake up or shift to something different. The bears… well, they still creep me out. But, not as much as open water. Nowhere near as much.
And perhaps that is why I’ve never had dreams about it, because the idea is so completely horrifying that even while I’m dreaming my mind won’t let my subconscious explore the possibilities…
What do you think?
What terrifies you more than anything else?
Write it, link it to this week’s Once More With Feeling post, and publish it to play along in the fun.