From age 7 maybe 8 I always had this odd dream that involved army men, a minivan, and my grandma’s house. The dream brought about an irrational fear of that minivan always stationed in front of my grandma’s house, stationed there for as long as I could remember at her little cul-de-sac home in wyoming that was always sorta sketchy. The dream was crafted by a number of different building blocks that somehow linked together at the end. It was summertime and I don’t remember why but I was staying at my grandma’s house for like about a week, I’m not sure why maybe it was just for some bonding time with my cousin and grandparents.
Our routine was pretty much the same everyday- eat, sleep, play, but every morning after breakfast I would sit and tune into the Mexican news channel with my grandpa. I completely understood everything they were saying but I didn’t really pay attention to the point where i was just watching the pictures cross the screen and thinking about a completely unrelated topic. Yet this morning something caught my eye I saw a lady in clear distress and pushing her was a man, dressed in military uniform I tuned in because I was disturbed but for some reason the tv was muted and my grandpa probably holding the remote was nowhere in sight so I just casually got up and went outside with the image in my mind just lingering there.
To this day I never found out what it was but I know it happened I mean it’s pretty hard to doubt in this messed up world we live in. I didn’t think about it till later that night when all the lights were out and everyone was out cold I was laying seeing the image in my head but now the lady in distress was a little girl and that little girl looked just like me.
I finally fell asleep and woke with no trouble, following the usual routine me and my grandpa walked to get the mail for some reason today I asked him why that van was always in front of his house he fibbed and told me it belonged to a horrible man and if you got to close he would ****** you up and take you away in it. Not until now I realize that was a lie but then I believed it as my grandpa would never tell me a lie because he’s my grandpa duh. Later that night the same thing occurred I lie there awake with the image in my head. I fell asleep for what felt like 30 mins. It was 3am and I was sweating I had dreamt that I suddenly woke up in the middle seat in the back of the minivan in front of my grandma’s house I knew this because I could see the house out the window, All of a sudden army men started popping up in the seats and telling me I couldn’t leave that it was time to go naturally I panicked and my family came running out trying to save me and gave up once I realized they did I woke up.
I went to go get a glass of water after my nightmare I guess I was really loud because I woke up my grandpa. I ran to him and begun to cry. He rubbed my back knelt down wiping my tears he said “what’s wrong princess?” I let go of him looked him in the eyes and just started blabbing about my dream and how I would never go outside because of this. He lifted me from the ground sat me on the counter and moved the hair from my face he whispered “ I would never let anything happen to you, that’s all fake it was just a bad dream.” I smiled and said “are you sure?” he walked over to the sink and filled me a glass of water handed me it and said “you know I would never lie to you now go on back to bed it’s very late.” he walked away and turned on the night light in the room I was staying in before he laid down to make me more comfortable I assume.
Even though my grandpa was a very reassuring man I was still scared the rest of the summer. I hated that van and hated military men. Looking back on those days I know realize I was such a foolish child yet it also makes me understand the innocence and purity still lingering in the eyes of a child not yet exposed to the world’s horrors.