Friday, August 26, 2011
WiiBoy is a home boy. Happy to stay here and play on the xbox, and bounce on the trampoline when I absolutely insist he go outside and get some air and exercise. I've made a concerted effort to do things and go places wth him every other day but it's exhausting! Sometimes I just want to hang out at home too. But hanging out at home means extended xbox play. That said there have been no XboxWars this summer, not really and I'm very proud of him for that. He has also befriended a friend he fell out with last year and they've played a lot together. Outside play still involves the trampoline..... and nerf guns! They take turns at shooting the sponge bullets at each other when on the trampoline. It looks like great fun!
But when he's alone at home I often ask him, in desperate tones, to just go outside and play! Anywhere. Go to the green, I tell him, you never know who you'll meet. He's just not interested. I tell him how as kids we were sent outside and not let back in 'til meal times! Nah, still not bothered by my hard luck story!
Then last night I had a dream, an awful dream. A dream I actually woke myself up from it was so awful.
I dreamed that WiiBoy did go out to play. he went to a green, or somewhere away from the house.
And he didn't come back.
A week later there was still no sign of him.
It was one of those dreams where things happened slowly and no matter how hard I tried somethings were impossible to achieve.
I was, of course, worried sick about him but I wasn't out walking the streets looking for him. We didn't call the police for a few days and I was upset about that, I recall. I think I was waiting to hear from him.
He had his phone with him you see, I always insist he carries it in real life, in case someone runs away with him! And I have to remind him to switch the damn thing on.
In the dream he phoned or texted us, he said he was fine and didn't want to come home. So unlike our home boy.
I was feeling increasingly uncomfortable and upset in this dream and had a feeling of imminent doom. Something really bad was going to happen. In fact, so strong was this feeling that I may have even made myself dream that he texted us. I definitely made myself wake up.
I have not been able to get this dream out of my head all day.
What does it mean?
I'm an avid reader and my genre of choice is psychological thrillers. I devour them. Can't get enough of them. I had just started reading Michael Connelly's latest The Reversal last night, but was only one chapter in. A child was abducted and killed in this book. In more recent books I've read children were abducted and some of them showed up months later. I think that's the feeling I had in my dream. Or it's a feeling I made myself feel... he's going to come back.
Maybe my psychological thriller addiction is why I had this dream.
Maybe my psychological fear/dread/excitement take your pick over his impending Teendom and an unconcious fear of losing my little boy was the reason behind the dream.
Or maybe it was just a dream.
An awful dream.
It's okay son, you don't have to go outside and play after all.