Every few months I have a dream that someone is standing over me while I am in bed. It is so scary and the nightmare jolts me into instant awakedness. It takes a long time for the pounding of my heart to calm down and for the rest of me to stop quaking.
It has now happened often enough that I have Googled what this might mean. The theories are wide-ranging and I am not able to identify any that seem applicable to me.
My mom, who died four years ago, is the only holder of the Sister Rain All-Access Pass. She can visit morning, noon or night. But the dark figure looming over me bears no resemblance to her.
So, I don’t know who this is or what they represent. If a life lesson is the purpose, a simple thing like sudden blindness can do the trick. It’s not necessary to scare the bejesus out of me, not to mention my poor husband who is violently brought to consciousness once I bolt upright and start shaking. There’s no need to send Freddy or Chucky or an E.T. (not THE E.T. – I love him) to bring some deep-seated psychological issue to the forefront in a completely obscure way.
You know what, though? My visitor HAS taught me a life lesson: Things that go bump in the night aren’t the scariest. Things that stand over the bed, quietly, in the dark of night are.
