• So this dream is a more recent excursion compared to my childhood “recurring” nightmare. I've only had this dream once, and hopefully I will never have it again. I had this dream in, oh I say sophomore year of high school. When I retold it to one of my friends, they though my subconscious was trying to tell me something. To this day I've yet to find out what exactly it was saying to me.

    This dream's setting was different from my “realistic” piggy setting. The opening was what you would consider a 1950's werewolf movie. Foggy, dull coloring with that added hint of spooky. The cave where my dream begins is dark and dank. All I know is that I'm running for my life in this cave. The twists and turns and not knowing if there is more than one of whatever is chasing me, the sense of panic and praying that I don't run into a dead end, all of this brought the feeling of utter terror.

    Suddenly I see light and, like a bat out of hell, gun for it. Springing into the gray light, I am relieved that I can finally see where I'm going along with what ever is chasing me. I run into a foggy area, and I near a pedestrian's bridge. This bridge really has no purpose. There is no road or gorge to cross. There's really no reason for this bridge. But my gut instinct told me that I might have a fighting chance if I took this bridge.

    Well, as I'm nearing this unnecessary cross way I turn around to see how close this thing that is chasing me really is. Slowly turning my head I look and see about 5 feet away from me what has given me my fear. Now at this time people usually see something like a giant spider ready to wined them up in a cocoon and drink them form the inside out or a crazed clown with a knife ready to carve them into tiny pieces. What do I see? A box.

    And this is not your average box. It's not a coffin, no. It's a packaging box. Just a normal packaging box with the traditional “This way up” sign and the arrow pointing down. And just to add fuel to the fire this jumping packaging box is saying repeatedly “I need a body.”

    “I need a body.” Seriously?

    Well needless to say I made it to the bridge that lead to nowhere. For some God forsaken reason I believed that the box would never be able to catch me on this, what has now become a rickety death trap. As I near the middle I turn around to see how the box is doing. Wouldn't you know that that thing was a little hopper? Hopping up the stairs like a like a cartoon creature. And what is my reaction to this entire escapade?

    “For the love of... I would like to wake up now!”

    And off I go. Onto some other place that looked like more bridge. The rest of my dream is me trying to find a way off the stupid bridge and into the house that I deemed as safety. But I never reached the house, or got off the bridge for that matter.
    Suddenly I wake up. I immediately jump out of my bed and into the kitchen, why I did this I don't know. But I look down on one of my counters and notice a can of soda that I left half finished just 6 hours ago. My first conscious words in response to my dream?

    “That's the last ******** time I drink root beer before bed.”

    To this day I refuse to drink root beer an hour before bed. I try to steer away from drinking anything but water before bed, because who knows what sprite or coca cola would do to me. Between this dream and my childhood fear of “blue pigs,” I would have to say that I was more scared in this one than the latter, just by the simple fact that I see a packaging box able to kill me more than pigs driving a car.

    What this dream told me, I still don't understand today. If the box were a coffin or something I'd say I am afraid of death, but a packaging box? All I do know is that I've given up completely on trying to figure out what my right side of the brain is saying, and just laugh at it's little antics as it takes me into worlds that I didn't know could exist. My “jumping box” dream brings a new idea to the saying “Nothing is impossible with a little imagination.” I like to think it brings a new idea entirely to the concept.