Sometimes dreams come in series, and then they start to take on the aspect of portents. Two that I had recently seem to go together. In the first, my daughter wanted to drive but was an inexperienced teenager so we made her and my son get in the back seat. Then, as my ex and I prepared to get in front, the car started rolling forward. We had to make a jump for it, and I got tangled in a heavy coat that I had thrown into the passenger seat ahead of me. My ex, miraculously, had sailed into the driver's seat and we were going down the shoulder of the road very fast and it was bumpy.
The second dream was just that I was trying to put on a T-shirt but I couldn't get my arms through the holes, so it was more like a strait-jacket.
I have the exact same T-shirt dream every night! Oh no, wait -- that's just what happens to me when I wake up in the middle of the night feeling hot and change from a waffle shirt into a T-shirt in the dark.
If you believe in dreams as portents (I don't, personally, but can understand why some people do and would never dispute it, just like I never dispute someone's religion or any other belief system) (unless it has to do with current politics, in which case ...
), have you ever read
The White Hotel? It's all about dreams. And one of the characters is a fictionalized Freud, for that matter (whom we recently spoke of in the GtPPoT thread). It takes place in the early 1900s. You might find it gripping and interesting.
It was published in 1981 (per Wikipedia) was critically acclaimed and shortlisted for the Booker Prize. It's well written and executed with a fascinating premise, unexpected turns in the story, well-constructed plot, some historical info. So it has all that going for it. Many, many people have liked it.
But I can't recommend it unreservedly. I enjoyed much of it very much, found it so engaging I could hardly stop reading it ... but ultimately I found it so disturbing I wound up sorry I'd read it. Similar to the way I was sorry I saw the movies
Platoon, Leaving Las Vegas and
Requiem for a Dream. If you don't like that feeling, beware.
It's not like I have to come out of a movie whistling a happy tune. (Duh, when you consider the ending of the movie that brought us all here!) But sad is one thing and disturbed is another.
Writing this, I googled it and found a list of the 100 most disturbing books ever. I went to the list and
The White Hotel wasn't on it -- someone in the comments, disputing ones on the list, said it should include
The White Hotel. I skimmed the list of 100 and I had read and enjoyed many of them and loved some of them
(A Clockwork Orange, One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, Handmaid's Tale, Room, Gone Girl, The Stand, Carrie, Wuthering Heights (!)). So I don't think I'm that easily disturbed. Though I know better than to read
American Psycho, The Road or
Lord of the Flies. 
