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Dream Journal 2017

This year, I started keeping a dream journal for B—just a long-running note in my phone that I would add to whenever he told me about a dream. I started because I thought that first one was so funny. But now it’s kind of a fun thing, and a conversation that he’ll initiate sometimes. Like, “Oh hey! I had this dream last night!” Although most of the time, if I bring it up, he says he doesn’t remember. I guess he takes after Drew more than me in that regard. (Drew may be the sleep talker; I’m the vivid dreamer.)

Some of it gets kind of dark—you can tell he got really into Halloween and scary stuff this year, and hasn’t quite pulled himself back out yet.

Italics are me speaking. Otherwise the wording is all him.


We had a gopher as a pet and then we went to eat some ice cream, 1, 2, 3: me, Opa, and Gopher.

I had four dreams last night.

I had a dream about going across and across.
Across what?
Across the street.


I had a bad dream last night. There was a skeleton, and I was fighting him, and he was a BAD skeleton.

I had a dream about going to Grandma and Grandpa’s house after it flooded, and we built a gingerbread house.

Grandma and Grandpa were in my dream. We were in a 6-door car. There were no cats.

I had a short dream today. Oma closed the door all the way to get some papers out of the room. And then I saw their eyes and I started to cry.

I had a dream about Auntie Liz’s house. And Auntie Liz said probably it’s hiding from the next door.
What was hiding?
One cat and it was hiding from another one. I asked Auntie Liz to see where was Mike, and Auntie Liz said she was probably hiding from the cat next door.


Mommy, I had a good dream last night. Me and Little Red Riding Hood were in an elevator all by ourselves, and we were going up and down. No one was with us. First we went up, then down, then up. Just me and Little Red Riding Hood.

I was at school and I saw something this tall.
Is that little?
No, it’s very tall! I went to Mars so I could see what I could see on Mars.
What did you see?
That blue pellet up in the sky.

[We’re both sleeping in the living room bc he was sick]
Mommy…mommy. I had 400 dreams last night. This many.
[Proceeds to tell me the first one, but I’m so exhausted I don’t remember it at all]


I had one dream last night. It was a beach dream. There were no waves and no fish and no sharks and no whales and no sand. Just sidewalk and cars and a little sand. And little waves, like this high.

I had a dream that I was going to fall into the canal.
Oh no! What happened?
I didn’t go underwater.
Did you float?
Yes, I saved myself.

I had a dream that you and Ethan Wong were talking, and he was like, Whaaat? He went like that: Whaaat? He said, Whaaat?

Something bited me. A bird. It was black. The bird bit me because it was bad. It came from…I don’t know. Where does the bird hide?

My second dream was about an answer. It was kind of a doubled one.

In the first dream I went to school. In the second dream I was still at school.
What happened at school?
Baby H said hugs and kisses.


Did you have any dreams last night?
I didn’t have dreams. I had stories.
[won’t tell me any of them]

Grandpa was there, and he helped me build more electricity towers. They weren’t the brown ones, they were the clear ones. We were at school, and then we walked all the way to the condo. When we were building the electricity towers, we didn’t take the truck. We took a blue Hyundai Elantra.


When I was going down some steps, and then I fell back into my bed.

In my dream, I saw a big yellow cat, and it went like this. [does litter box dance move from the movie Puss in Boots] But then it wasn’t a cat, it was really daddy. It went under a gate.

In my dream last night, I kinda went to my school but it wasn’t it was a different school and I saw Jack Larkin there. And I saw that he was building with the Legos. And in my dream one more thing: we saw a stranger. It didn’t take us anywhere.

What’d you dream about?
Boogy man.
What happened in your dream?
Oogy Boogy. Oogy Boogy. Oogy Boogy. Oogy Boogy. He was tryna put me down the pipe.
Ooh, did he put you down there?
No he didn’t do it. Cause I cut him in two halfs.
What’d you use to cut him?

Is that a graveyard or a corn maze?

I had a dream about touching Swakeek [elf on the shelf]. I touched him two times in one dream.
What happened when you touched him?
All his magic went into a soupcase that he carries.


I dreamed that Frankenstein came to TTT [school extended care]. And I kicked his head up. It went up and into the water.
Uh-oh. Was he a bad guy?
No. He was a bad guy and a good guy. Also I pulled the bolts that hold his head up. Then I kicked his head off.

Two spirits, they were good and they took me and Trevor and Sean to the pharmacy to get a band-aid. All three of us needed a band-aid because we were outside hugging and we fell and bleeded.
That story you just told—did it really happen or was it a dream?
It wasn’t a a dream, it was a nightmare. Hey H, I have so much more blood than you.

One time I had a dream that everyone was wearing pajamas at the Fillmore in San Francisco.

I had too many dreams last night.
Do you remember them?
I just know that I sneaked out and got a sticker chart.
Ooh, what were the stickers for?
To put on the Legos.

Mama, I had a dream that I was eating snow.
Oh wow! Where were you in your dream?
I was in Hawaii.
There’s not usually snow in Hawaii.
Oh right…I was in Texas.

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Mild Roaring

I think I might have tinnitus.

(I was googling it and I guess “patients and laypersons” pronounce it “tin-EYE-tus” while “clinicians and researchers” pronounce it “TIN-ih-tus.” I hate to ever be lumped in with the laypersons so I’ve been pronouncing it TIN-ih-tus in my head and for purposes of writing this, but when I say it out loud it sounds so pretentious that I revert to tin-EYE-tus.)

Tinnitus is “ringing in the ears,” although it can also be described as “hissing, static, crickets, screeching, whooshing, roaring, pulsing, ocean waves, buzzing, dial tones, even music.” Luckily mine isn’t as annoying – it’s just like a lowkey dial tone. Sometimes it’s stronger, sometimes it’s quieter. But I was clicking through the sample sounds on this webpage and the eighth one – “Roaring” – kinda hit home for me.

My (possible) tinnitus might help explain why I feel like I’ve been saying “Wait, what?” more frequently. When I’m trying to listen through a closed door to see if that was a sleeping child crying out, or just something on TV, I find it annoying. But most of the time, it’s no more than mildly irritating, usually at night while I’m falling asleep. And then, it’s like my own personal white noise machine.

I hope it just hangs around like this without getting worse. I can handle a low-volume white noise machine in my head. Maybe that’s why I’m so good at sleeping. Maybe it’s a good thing, this mild roaring. It could be a lot worse. It could be “Cicada” or “7500 Hz Tone.”

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