Irrational Fears

Hearing about people’s dreams is usually boring because I find them totally irrelevant to reality- they are a process the brain goes through during the REM cycle not a foreshadowing of events to come (or a deeper insight to past events). Unless they are incredibly interesting (by my appraisal of course), relate to me in some way, or are told with such flair that they are entertaining, but most of the time they are a bore to listen to. But writing and sharing my fears usually helps eleviate them, so I going to tell about my dreams the last few nights – you are under no obligation (unless you are one of my parents) to read about them, which is probably the only thing worse than verbally hearing about someone else’s dream.

Last night I dreamt a grizzly bear was after me. I had watched him fishing at a river surrounded by pine trees and it didn’t take long for him to notice my presence. The fish were let off the hook because I was the new target. The bear pursued me through my dream worlds and soon the chase took us to my grandparents old dairy farm where thanks to the loud grinding of the anchor chain being pulled out of the water, which woke me, pulling me out of grizzly danger, and reminded me that I’m on a boat miles from land and continents away from bears, my dream ended.
This dream would be of little significance except it is the third night in a row that has been full of malicious creature trying to catch me.

The first night was sharks, which is completely understandable.

The second night was crocodiles. (I have recently become enlightened to the cruel saltwater crock, one of which was rumored to be lurking near where Kevin and I anchored for two nights. I could barely stay in the water for 30 seconds out of fear. These brutal creatures, unlike sharks which only attack by mistake, purposely kill people. They are very territorial, can swim hundreds of miles and have survived since the dinosaurs so obviously they are doing something right. ) Given a shark or salt water crocodile I’ll take the shark any day.

But why is nature attacking my in my defenseless sleep? And where did the bear come from?

I just hope these aren’t premonitions, and that they are the typical run-of-the-mill dreams that bore the poor audience forced to listen, or read, about them.

I'm irrationally afraid of being attacked be something in the water during the day and night...I'm working on getting over it though and so far I haven't let fear prevent me from getting wet.