I don’t dream often because I do not sleep well enough to reach that state of REM where they are most common. What likely caused my dream on Oscar night was the chemtrail flu which has dogged me since the new year. It comes and goes but the lack of sleep it caused finally tanked me and I had a doozy of a dream on Sunday. It seemed long but I doubt it was a minute or two.
My friend Boomerang and I were riding four-wheelers down my mountain in what seemed to be a frantic state of urgency. Boomer was leaving me in the dust and I was unsure why we were in such a hurry. I slowed down because I hear something behind me howling. As I slowed, I look back and running towards me was a Polar bear cub. As dreams go we never think twice about things that don’t add up. I assumed the NC mountains were full of Polar bears. I realized he was running from something as well as he rambled by me so I looked back again and down the mountain, a wall of flood water was pouring downhill and taking the trees with it.
I cranked up and got the hell out of there. So fast was I going that in an instant I was on a highway. I did not think twice about the fact there was not a single car or human in sight on a major thoroughfare, but looked back to see what else I would find behind me. As I looked back I caught a glimpse of another larger animal in the distance. I was looking for Boomer and the cub and they were nowhere to be found. It was moments later the mother bear shows up and she speaks to me that she has lost her child. A normal comment in a dream by a concerned mother. I told her I was lost and looking for her cub and my friend and had no idea what road we were on or where we were. She said it was 57 as in State Road 57 or highway 57.
What seemed like an hour later with a gap in the dream, I was now riding on the back of the mother bear and no longer on my Polaris ATV. We were now in the cold of the Arctic and on a desolate road like you see on Ice Truckers and in the distance we see what appears to be a man and a dog. As we get closer we realize it is Boomer and he has the bear cub on a leash. Boomer tells me we are in South Carolina and not far from his home and we should go there now before it gets dark because the temperature drops below below zero. I said I have to get home to my dogs and Boomer tells me that they drowned like all the rest of the animals and most of the human race. And that’s all i remember as I awoke feeling a bit upset.
It seems odd that I remember 57 and that I recall a road sign with the number or at least I saw the number in my sleep. I tried today to think about the meaning of Polar bears, Floods and the frigid transition of earth, but more the number 57. There are lots of routes numbered 57, Hwy 57’s and Interstate 57. I could not come up with anything except for the fact that Feb 26, is the 57th day of 2017. Since dreams are so rare in my insomnia, I always wonder why they happen at all. I have had several episodes where I am awake or aware with my eyes open yet I am in REM sleep or at least a state of nREM where my body is paralyzed. The first time it happened I was twenty one and in a motel in Houston Texas. I woke in paralysis as a train was barreling by the motel. I remember it was so loud it hurt. And I was paralyzed as well. That was scary. Since then the episodes do not scare me anymore. I just close my eyes until I drift off again.
I still have a prescription and bottle of Ambien I was prescribed by a doctor who I explained this to in 1997 and he said it was sleep paralysis which I now know well. The Ambien I tried once and that was the end of that. I had dreams all night and woke up to a twelve hour hangover. I do not know why after twenty years I still keep the RX in my medicine cabinet. It must be to remind me that I enjoy an occasional dream and rare paralysis episode here and there but do not psychosis and stupor in exchange. My mother told me that I was a world class sleepwalker as a kid and they would have to run for a block or two to catch up with me. Of all the dreams I told them I had while cruising the neighborhood, I do not recall one where I was looking for a lost Polar bear cub. Dreams are great when rare.