Over the course of “Bad Dreams,” characters conceal truths from their loved ones in order to protect themselves. When the young girl, the story’s protagonist, wakes up from her nightmare, she considers telling her mother about it but decides not to. She’s afraid that her mother might laugh at her, or that speaking the details of the dream aloud would make them feel realer and more horrific. Either way, the girl is afraid that sharing her experience will hurt her in some way, so secrecy is safer: it allows her to protect her feelings and to conserve the imaginary world of her book that existed before her nightmare threatened to taint it. But that protection comes at a cost: it stops her from sharing a vulnerable moment with someone who could comfort her.
Similarly, when the girl’s mother discovers the chaos in the lounge and concludes that her husband (the girl’s father) is to blame, she subsequently decides that he is, as she’s long suspected, her enemy—someone working against her efforts to keep a tidy home. Instead of seeing this as a problem to solve, she resolves never to confront her husband about the incident, leaving it to him to breach the subject with her. This allows the woman to indulge in her secret feud with her husband without it affecting the practical nature of her relationship or her domestic life, though it also means she never discovers that her daughter, not her husband, is responsible for messing up the lounge. Through secrecy, the woman allows herself to live two lives, one in which she can fully feel and express her anger, and another in which her relationship continues in seeming harmony. “Bad Dreams” suggests that in a world of cruelty and judgment, people may use secrecy to maintain order and control. At the same time, though, keeping secrets can also be harmful, as it can create and sustain distance between people and prevent the truth from coming to light.
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Secrecy Quotes in Bad Dreams
When she was younger she had called to her mother if she woke in the night, but something stopped her from calling out now: she didn’t want to tell anyone about this. Once the words were said aloud, she would never be rid of them; it was better to keep them hidden.
This time, for once, she was clearly in the right, wasn’t she? He had been childish, giving way to his frustration—as if she didn’t feel fed up sometimes. And he criticised her for her bad temper!
[…] she seemed to see the future with great clarity, looking forward through a long tunnel of antagonism, in which her husband was her enemy. This awful truth appeared to be something she had always known, though in the past it had been clouded in uncertainty and now she saw it starkly.
But he came at some point to stand behind his wife at the stove and put his arms around her, nuzzling her neck, kissing her behind her ear, and she leaned back into his kiss, as she always did, tilting her head to give herself to him.