Sometimes there is a particular family in my dreams. A young mother, father and four little ones. I don’t know who they are, but they keep coming back to visit me when I sleep.
The man has dark hair and the wife is small and blond. I can’t see their faces.
I know the man has a hard time keeping a job, but I’m not quite sure how I know that. The woman works to keep their family going.
They move a lot. In my dream, I will think they’ve left town. Only to have them crop up somewhere else. I will see their car or one of them outside their house and realize they’re still living close by.
I don’t know their names or the names of their children. I don’t know if we’ve been friend or foe.
I don’t know how we met or how well we know one another.
Dreams can bring to life such strange companions. It’s like we collect people and file them away into dream categories in our brains. And from time to time they spring from the files and make themselves known again.
There must be a reason, don’t you think? Or is it all just happenstance?
I don’t know much about dreams. I just know they are strange bedfellows. They creep in without being asked, and leave without saying goodbye.