Poor Hamlet. Totally wigged out by his Dad's death, his mom's hasty wedding to his skeevy uncle, seeing his Dad's ghost, and his girlfriend goes too far in her spa treatments. He thinks about suicide but worries he'll have nightmares. 

I've always had big screen, Technicolor dreams, and I remember many of my dreams. Once, when I was 5 or 6, I had a dream where I saw storm clouds rolling in the sky above me. One of them changed into a tornado, and then a hand. Somehow, I knew this was the hand of God coming for me, and I WASN'T READY! I woke the whole house by my screaming, including me, from that one.

 Another dream I had when I was 11 or 12 was me lying under a cobweb/net of spiders and they fell down on me. Again, I woke everybody up with my frightened screams. About this time I remember having recurring dreams about being in a room or yard infested with snakes, and trying to avoid stepping on or being bitten by them. Of course random Freudians out there will say, "Silly girl! She was pre-adolescent! She was dreaming about penises!" I don't know, though. At that time the only penis I'd seen was a neighbor's baby son, when his older sister, my friend, changed his diaper. Being girls, we just giggled when we saw his tiny penis, especially if he peed mid-diaper change. It was like a weenie fountain. Besides, what do spiders have to do with penises? They're 8-legged. Eight penises? I'm not buying it.

Anyway, the "hand of God" dream spawned a lifelong interest in twisters. Whenever the sky turns dark, I'm checking the Weather Channel on my iPhone, looking for storm warnings. I also watch the Stormchasers on TV. It's not that I love tornadoes - it's more that I feel a kind of horrified fascination for something that could kill you, sort of like being stared down by a cobra (again with the snakes!). I even watch that silly "Twister" movie over and over, with a kind of sick fondness (some of the silliness in the dialog: "Cow." "Another cow." "I think that's the same cow." "Oh.") like an orderly succession of F1, 2, 3, 5 and 5 twisters would ever happen. Of course the fiancé did get the best line in the whole movie, "Billy, when you told me you chased tornadoes, I thought it was a metaphor!" Snicker.

 So lately I've been having disturbing dreams. In one, these teenage boys are trying to get me into this pool where a great white shark is swimming. That's right, "Bruce," the star from "Jaws." I woke up feelintied haunted from trying to avoid the pool, the kids and the shark. Of course, I figured out this dream was about death. I just recently completed surgery, radiation and chemotherapy for uterine cancer. No-brainer, right?

Another dream I had recently was me coming out of a shopping mall and not finding my car. It had been stolen, I was certain! I went up and down the rows in the parking lot trying to find it. I woke up feeling anxious and desolate. My trusty Honda! I knew it wasn't really gone, but I still felt upset. Now I know this dream was about loss. Because of the side effects from chemo, I have numb fingers and feet and had to retire from a job I liked very much. Another no-brainer!

 So to sleep, perchance to dream, and in that sleep, what dreams may come...I wonder.