When Dreams are Not Your Friends

And as I fall asleep, sometimes I'm afraid—because my dreams are not my friends. My dreams are wild like bracken or sudden hot winds that sweep down into the parched valleys of Galilee.
Anne Rice, in "Christ the Lord: The Road to Cana,"

I've been rolling along, talking about how dreams can be your friends ... or at least interesting, potentially beneficial, acquaintances.

It hit me that for some, at some times, dreams might NOT seem like friend material.

Is this true for you?

I'm not going to deny or deflect - it has certainly been true for me.

I've had dreams too vivid, dreams with disturbing plotlines or images, dreams with awful body sensations - like falling or flying too high (out of control) or propelling too fast.

Sometimes I have to put those dreams on a shelf for a while.

I think - no, I believe - once I get the courage to speak those dreams, something positive will come of them.

Just not yet.