Ultravision Dream

First let me say that I have had very few dreams in my life that I remember and those that I do were and still are dreams that were seemingly visions of or reinforcement of specific events that had taken place or were going to take place while I was conscious.

 

Over the years I have heard people talk about some horrible dream that aunt So-n-So had, or the dream that cousin Whozit had that almost turned her into a basket case but didn’t quite. Or dreams that had people crying while they slept or trying to run away from some dream world horror. Everyone knows about those dreams that have people walking or talking in their sleep, dreams of flying or running or any number of things that might cause people to think twice about going to sleep at night.

Well, a few nights ago I experienced such a dream and it was the absolute most horrifying dream that I can remember in all the years of my life. There wasn’t anything unusual about what was happening to me that I can think of while I was awake that was causing me concern, and when I went to bed that night everything was normal as far as I knew. However, I think it would have been around 02:15 that my normal became, to me, frighteningly abnormal.

My freakishly detailed dream (I’ll call it ultravision) was as follows:

I find that I am working in a hospital as some kind of maintenance worker, you know the kind, wears a matching uniform shirt and pants (dark blue polyester) with my name (Dean) over the right side pocket and the word MAINTENANCE (in gold) over the left. Even my soft soled shoes (with orange laces) matched the uniform (the shoes, not the laces). I was just coming back from being someplace else to where I had been working with something that was needed to finish up whatever it was that needed to be done. I have no idea what that was only that it was very important that it be done right and done quickly. I was working in an area that was behind a nurses station and could see out the window when wanted too (it was daytime, overcast but bright, mid-winter with lots of snow around). The majority of nurse uniforms were light blue with the occasional green showing up in the background. Everyone including myself seemed to be in a good mood and there was plenty of friendly banter going on. As I prepared (had to hitch up that 25lb tool belt) to go up the ladder that I had in place (yellow fiberglass with metal rungs and a big sign on it saying maintenance use only), I had one foot on the bottom rung when I was accidentally jostled. This in turn caused the ladder to move a bit and I saw something falling off the top of the ladder, I just naturally reached out with both hands to catch whatever it was that was coming down. It wasn’t very big and I caught it easily in my cupped hands, as soon as it hit I could feel it was soft and slimy and it almost slid out of my hands to the floor. I quickly looked at my hands and the first thing to register was that it was bright pink (I really don’t like bright pink) and it was moving slightly. When I looked at it closer I saw what it was and that it was trying to look back at me.

Well, let me tell you, at that point I really hit the panic button and was screaming loud enough to wake up the dead bodies in the basement morgue, my heart is about to implode and my lungs don’t seem to be letting me breathe. Everyone dropped whatever they were doing and came running to find out what was wrong.

            What I was holding in my hands was a tiny premature newborn the likes of which I have never seen before and to be honest never want to see ever again. The body was like any other newborn I have ever seen except with fewer wrinkles and the head was almost right but it seemed a bit out of proportion from the norm and like I said before all of it was bright pink (did I mention that I don’t like pink, bright or otherwise). The problem for me was that the body and the head were only connected with the thinnest thread of flesh that I had ever seen. There were no muscles, no blood vessels and no spine, just this fragile line of pink. Well I’m still screaming over this and as more people see what I’m holding they start screaming as well. I have six different people yelling six different instructions at me as I’m trying to remain absolutely still so as not to break the connection between head and body. Then someone reaches out to touch my hands and as they touch the connection between the two parts snaps, there is even enough tension in that snap that I could hear it. Now what do I do, the others didn’t see what had just happened, they didn’t know what was going on. I didn’t really know what was going on and I was the one holding on to the infant, now in two parts, yet still seemingly alive but growing weaker amidst all this noise and panic. My last vision is of hands surrounding my hands trying to get to what I’m holding but not being able to.

            Then I wake up. It’s 02:16. Now if this had actually been the real thing, the timeframe for the whole event would have been forty-five seconds to maybe ninety seconds, everything that happened, did so at panic speed. When I woke up my throat was raw, my heart still felt like it was ready to implode and I still couldn’t breathe right. And there was my dear wife sleeping peacefully beside me completely unaware of what was going on. I have never felt that much panic and fear in my life, my dream self was in so much panic and fear that he was beyond useless, almost beyond humanity, a semi intelligent mass of gelatin.

            As everything was returning to normal I sat on the side of the bed and asked God to erase this horrendous occurrence from my memory, I didn’t want it in my head ever. So He did take it away that night, and I went back to a peaceful sleep. In the morning I had no recollection of any disturbance that might have occurred during in the night. As far as I was concerned I had just had a normal nights rest.

            Then in the afternoon of the following day it all came rushing back in seconds with the racing heart, and the dysfunctional lungs, I didn’t do any screaming though, which was good. My wife would have been somewhat upset as well if I had. I’ve never felt like that before and I don’t want to ever again and I’ve asked God for this and I believe He has consented. I am at peace with what I saw or experienced, but still lack any understanding of why.