This weeks blog topic is your craziest dream...
Well frankly, I don't dream often. Nor are they really exciting. More traumatic. And realistic and I always wake up panicked. And I don't remember anything. Or very little to were it only makes sense in my head because I'm a very visual person.
However, I do have reoccurring dreams. The most memorable one is from when I was younger. I was a princess(or something, because I really am, duh) and I was trapped in a building or stuck somewhere. I'd be chased by something constantly and I would always wake up at the end of my line, which was either a window or a rooftop. It was very clique kinda dream.
However, my adult dreams consist of things involving relationships. They're either past relationships or based on them... Well mainly my only serious relationship. It's never necessarily the guy I was with either. He can change faces to others that I may be interested in. And quite literally, most of these dreams are very loving and emotional. The last one I can actually recall was about me and one of the guys I'm interested in. Which I've actually worked with and was mainly friends with his girlfriend at the time. So it kinda bizarre but I've done worse, ahaha.
Anyways, it was like we were running away... But there was no one else in the work... Literally. Him and I and my cats. Because I love my meow meows. It's only natural that they'll be there in my dreams with me when I'm fictitiously running away. And this dream was just oozing so many emotions. Emotions I haven't felt since I was with my serious boyfriend, and it almost broke my heart when I woke up to not have that. In the dream, we were embracing, I was sitting on his lap, facing him and we were kissing and holding each other in this perfect sunset. We were in an abandoned hotel like setting... It was such an odd thing. But when he told me "we have to go now," that's when it ended. And I woke up with a racing and broken hearted.
I don't really interpret dreams because I find most of mine to be frightening in some sense. But I'd love to hear anyone's thoughts about it.
I think they're just a reminder that I'm lonely, in the sense of romance and that kind of love. And also that I'm still very afraid of letting myself be taken and loved again and feeling carefree and trusting... El sighhhh.
Well that's all for now. So here's my butt.
Until next time, xoxx