I had the dream again. The one where my kids are deaf. For as long as I can remember, in every dream I’ve ever had about my future kids, they’ve been deaf. I don’t know if maybe my mind knows something I don’t, or the dream is a manifestation of my fear of having deaf kids, or what, but I’ve never had hearing children in any dream. I’ve also never had a daughter in my dreams, but I think that’s more a product of wishful thinking.
This particular dream had me taking my 5 boys (a sure sign this was a dream, and not a premonition) to an amusement park of sorts. It didn’t look familiar to me, but it had a Magic Mountain feel to it. Everything was going fine until two of them disappeared. Being the supergenius I am, I ran around the park calling their names. (Obviously logic doesn’t play any role in these dreams. Either that, or my subconscious thinks I’m a moron.) At some point the location shifted from the magic mountain-esque amusement park to a school that I didn’t recognize, and I was now being chased by some guy who wanted to hurt my kids. I still couldn’t find the two, and apparently I’d stopped caring about the other 3, since they were no longer in my dream. As with most of my "chase" dreams, I just kept running and running through hallways and doors looking for my kids, and trying to avoid being captured. I burst through a door that set off an alarm, and just as the guy grabbed my arm, I woke up. Turns out the alarm on the door was actually Jason’s cell phone ringing.
I can’t find my dream dictionary, so I can’t figure out what these dreams mean. I’m almost always being chased, at least in the dreams I remember. And the kids are always deaf. Part of me thinks that stems from my odd obsession with sign language. I’ve been interested in it since I was a kid. My parents thought they would be slick and learn the American Sign Language alphabet so they could have discussions that my sister and I wouldn’t know about. Apparently, they weren’t paying any attention to the television we watched while they chatted behind our backs. Sesame Street’s Linda Bove taught the alphabet right there on the show. So I learned it pretty quickly. So, either the dreams come from that, or I’m secretly afraid that my kids won’t ever listen to me. Knowing my luck, it’s probably the latter.