Canterbury Tales vs Beowulf

I am always a very vivid dreamer.

Since I came to Alabama to watch Maddie my dreams have changed drastically. They are filled with people from my past and homes I never lived in. Most of the people are power figures in my life. People who held sway over what I did or did not do while I was with them, although none of them have been my husband.

In all of them there is a fantasy feeling where things are a little more dramatic and  fanciful than reality. My dog, Chauncey, a Shih-Tzu, showed up as a very rotund curly apricot poodle with long legs, running around in a giant hamster ball! I only recognized him by his toothy grin. My travels are mostly inside homes with doors that open into endless dark wooden stairways that take me to other buildings and even other states and towns -- like worm holes.

I am often trying to get ready for school or some big event and something or someone is holding me up so that I am afraid I will be late. But there is also a surfeit of wonderful and exciting clothing, knickknacks, nooks and crannies all around me.

These are frustrating dreams because there is always someone or something trying to keep me from doing what I need to do.

They are dangerous dreams where there is some unknown thing haunting or stalking me.

They are rich dreams where I am young and healthy and have everything I ever dreamed of and more.

I think of them as Beowulf dreams, epic, fast moving, exciting, and a bit grandiose.