I can't think of anything worse than listening to someone tell me about their dreams. Actually, sometimes it's worse to look at someone else's photo albums and pretend to be interested. I know this. But I'm looking to you for interpretation, so bear with me.
These are my three recurring dreams (nightmares?):
Original Dream: I am at a pool (it's always the same pool, and I feel like I would recognize it if I went there as an adult, but I'm not sure which one it is now) with my mom, my sister, and my brother Duncan. My mom tells me that the pool is very deep, and if I get in I'll drown, because I can't swim. But I have to push a ladder from one side of the pool to the other, or else I'll die (I'm not told this by anyone, I just know it to be true). So I get in the pool, and am walking across the bottom with a ladder, when I realize that I'm dying anyways, and I freak out and wake up.
I've been having this dream since I was 2 or 3 years old.
Variations: Sometimes just my mom is there. When my siblings are there, it is always as their 1 and 5-year-old selves, even though I am always my current age.
Original Dream: I am at the pool at the YMCA with a girl from my kindergarten class. The water is frothing and bubbling. Someone tells us not to run, but we are running around the pool at top speed. At the shallow end, we slip in, and are sitting Indian Style at the bottom of the pool. Various other members of my kindergarden class are there, as is my brother Duncan. I have to breathe, so I try to rise to the surface. A boy from my class sits me back down and tells me that if "they" see me come up, they'll kill me. I ask him what I'm supposed to do, and he says we're all waiting to die. I wake up in a panic.
I've been having this dream since the beginning of kindergarten.
Variations: My companions in this dream are no longer my Bradley School classmates, but throughout the years have changed to be reflective of whomever my current social set is. This was the dream I had last night, and I was running around the pool with Julia. The person who tells me that we're waiting to die is always some current boy that I'm thinking about.
Original Dream: I'm taking a bath at my parents' house. I try to turn off the water, but I can't. The whole bathroom starts to fill up, and I'm treading water. I can't get out. Eventually, it is full to the ceiling, and as I lose the last few inches of space and get sucked under, I wake up.
I've been having this dream since I was 9 or 10.
Variations: Now that I have Gabriel, sometimes I'm trying to save him as well. Sometimes I know there are people on the outside of the bathroom refusing to help me.
So. What does it mean? And has anyone else been having the same dreams for years?