My whole life, I have had cycles of recurring dreams – where a group of years was dominated by one particular dream, followed by a new group of years dominated by a single, new dream. Cycles of recurring dreams, interspersed with other random dreams. For most of my childhood (let’s say ages 5 to 10, as best as I can remember), I used to have one dream that made me so happy. I even enjoyed the anticipation of hoping that maybe tonight I would have that dream again, after which I would wake up in total joy. I felt like I was glowing from the joy.
So what was little Rivka dreaming about? Toys and candy and making snowmen? Riding a unicorn over a rainbow? No… I dreamt about file cabinets!
File cabinets?! In my dream, there was a whole wall of file cabinets as far as my young eyes could see. I had so many drawers, that I could label each one from A to Z, and organize my toys alphabetically by drawer. My teddy bear under T and my Matchbox cars under C for Corvette Stingray. (They were really my brother’s toy cars, but I loved the blue Corvette.) In the dream, I used to stand before the file cabinets and plan out how I would sort the toys and ask myself questions like “What kind of toy could start with the letter Q?” I knew I didn’t have enough toys to be able to use every drawer, but the possibility of alphabetizing my belongings made me ecstatic!
“A place for everything and everything in its’ place.”
Every time I had the file cabinet dream, I woke up so happy, and with the passage of years, I can’t recall any real world event that made young me equally happy. Maybe the Digital Annual Picnic at Canobie Lake Park… When I got older and moved to a different recurring dream, I enjoyed the memory of the file cabinets because I considered it proof that I was gifted and that my mind didn’t work like other children’s minds. What normal kid dreams about alphabetizing?
Thirty-five years have passed and I just had an epiphany. What if I was craving order? What if little Rivka felt her life was chaotic? Would she have known to say it out loud?
(P.S. I still get sexy feelings from office supplies: tabbed dividers, colored highlighters, plastic organizers. It’s too much!)
“My First Childhood Recurring Dream.” is copyright © 2014 by Poorkitteh. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
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