I have been lucky to avoid nightmares since childhood, but I had the closest thing this morning. I dreamt that I may have owned a winning lottery ticket for a $253 million dollar drawing.
But I couldn’t find it!
So the dream consisted of running around the house looking for it, but that wasn’t the nightmare.
The nightmarish part was two-fold.
If I couldn’t find the lotto ticket, I’d live forever with regret. Even in the dream, I was well aware of the fallibility of memory so I wasn’t completely certain I actually had the winning numbers. But I really wanted to know for sure.
And if I had won the lottery…well, then my life as I knew it was completely over. It might be a nice change, but I’ve read enough to know lottery winners often fare quite poorly.
But ultimately I can’t complain. The dream was set in my grandparent’s house and I was running around with my grandmother looking for the ticket. I haven’t dreamt of her in years so it quite pleasant to visit with them, frantic as it may have been.