So far nothing of that magnitude for this dreamer.
However, everyday dreams can have an enormous positive or negative impact on my emotional life.
In a recent dream of mine, my husband and I (along with all of you dear college friends) had just reached the end of junior year at Princeton and were saying goodbye for the summer. Of course none of us were married yet, but we were getting on toward that stage, and our Lord was confirming my vocation to my husband in my own heart. But my husband, respecting proper boundaries of courtship, never assumed we would get married or spoke of it as a certainty before we were engaged. The memorable part of the dream was my extreme anguish at having to say goodbye to him for the three long summer months–such a familiar feeling when I was back in that goodbye moment–and also profound longing for the certainty that one day we would be married and sharing life together. Goodbye wouldn’t ache nearly so much if I could just know that one day he would be my husband.
And then I woke up. Thank you, Lord! There he is sleeping next to me, more handsome than ever. Here’s our small apartment where we share our one life. There are our three children sleeping in the living room. Two of them look mostly like me, one favors him. My dream came true times a thousand. For a few minutes right then, the emotional anguish of goodbye that was still so fresh in my mind gave way to incredible gratitude for my ordinary life. It went way beyond contentment; it was exhilaration. And it lasted for two days. And I can even return to it in my imagination right now when I need a gratitude boost.
Then there are the dreams that can upset my emotional balance for a day or two. Dreams where feelings resurface from the times when I was younger and gave my heart away imprudently. Dreams that foster my fear of loss or fear of failure. Mischievous dreams that whisper suggestions toward vanity and pride. Then I wake up agitated, in a confused haze, starting my day coping with emotions that would have been better if left unacknowledged.
Because of the dreams that may come and the emotions those dreams foster, sleep is a time of great emotional vulnerability. And, for better or worse, the thriving of our family depends heavily on my emotional well-being. And we’re the best off when I’m not only reasonably content but positively grateful and joyful. Now… how can I assure more of those sweet dreams about my husband and children and other blissful realities?
Well, first and foremost, by humming the right songs as I drift off to sleep? Because no discussion about romance and dreams would be complete without quoting the refrain of country/soft rock ballad “Chances Are”, sung by the great troubadour Bob Seger (yes Red, the sappiness factor is skyrocketing : ))
Chances are I’ll see you somewhere in my dreams tonight.
You’ll be smiling like the night we met.
Chances are I’ll hold you, and I’ll offer all I have.
You’re the only one I can’t forget.
Baby, you’re the best I’ve ever met.
On we go…
Do you all pray specifically for good, pure and holy dreams in your night prayers? Does the Church have short prayers for dreams that you could share here? Or do you read something particular before bedtime to end the day on a lovely note? Particular patrons of dreams? I want to do a much better job entrusting my dreams to our Lord and other holy men and women in heaven, and of preparing my heart and mind for peaceful sleep. Sweet dreams, all!