Dreams are tricky things.
They will show you all the things that you so desperately wish you had in your life, and they will make you feel like it is all real, right up until that moment when the harsh buzzer of reality snatches you out of slumber. They will also show you how things really are, but magnified ten times over. Every little bump in the road of life exagerated to the point that they are no longer bumps, but mountains to overcome.
Yes, there are good dreams too. There are dreams that show you how great life is for you now. But I haven't been tangling with that sort lately. It's been a nonstop horror show for the past two weeks.
Three (or was it four?) nights ago, the night started off with me on a cruise with my ex-fiance. The whole adventure was a reflection of nothing but all the happy times we had together--none of the fighting and petty bickering what went on at the end. All the love in my heart was hers, and it felt like all the love in hers belonged to the dream me...until....the ring caught my eye. A huge boulder of a ring from her new fiance (maybe he's her husband now, for all I know). That's when things shifted--as things in dreams tend to do--to a new scene. It didn't include her. It was a magnified snapshot of my life as it is now. I'm strapped to a bed, in recovery from surgery. But the room I'm in isn't a hospital room. It reminded me more of the recpetion area of a small town insurance office. Random strangers streamed in, shooting me nasty looks and sideways glances. I reached for the tubes and wires that I was tangled in, trying to free myself so I could run--run anywhere safe from the looks. When I looked down at my arm, I saw a cluster of little black splinters sticking out of it. I started picking and digging and clawing at them to pull them free. As the first one came out, I saw that they weren't splinters. The were little winged insects (of a sort I've never seen before). They were grotesque. As I would free them, they would take to flight, buzzing around my head, looking for another way in.
My phone ringing back here in the real world is all that kept things from getting stranger and more frightening, I'm sure...
It's times like these that I wish I had taken a few more psych classes...
I can still almost see those tiny little bugs floating around me...
They will show you all the things that you so desperately wish you had in your life, and they will make you feel like it is all real, right up until that moment when the harsh buzzer of reality snatches you out of slumber. They will also show you how things really are, but magnified ten times over. Every little bump in the road of life exagerated to the point that they are no longer bumps, but mountains to overcome.
Yes, there are good dreams too. There are dreams that show you how great life is for you now. But I haven't been tangling with that sort lately. It's been a nonstop horror show for the past two weeks.
Three (or was it four?) nights ago, the night started off with me on a cruise with my ex-fiance. The whole adventure was a reflection of nothing but all the happy times we had together--none of the fighting and petty bickering what went on at the end. All the love in my heart was hers, and it felt like all the love in hers belonged to the dream me...until....the ring caught my eye. A huge boulder of a ring from her new fiance (maybe he's her husband now, for all I know). That's when things shifted--as things in dreams tend to do--to a new scene. It didn't include her. It was a magnified snapshot of my life as it is now. I'm strapped to a bed, in recovery from surgery. But the room I'm in isn't a hospital room. It reminded me more of the recpetion area of a small town insurance office. Random strangers streamed in, shooting me nasty looks and sideways glances. I reached for the tubes and wires that I was tangled in, trying to free myself so I could run--run anywhere safe from the looks. When I looked down at my arm, I saw a cluster of little black splinters sticking out of it. I started picking and digging and clawing at them to pull them free. As the first one came out, I saw that they weren't splinters. The were little winged insects (of a sort I've never seen before). They were grotesque. As I would free them, they would take to flight, buzzing around my head, looking for another way in.
My phone ringing back here in the real world is all that kept things from getting stranger and more frightening, I'm sure...
It's times like these that I wish I had taken a few more psych classes...
I can still almost see those tiny little bugs floating around me...
Yet the sucky thing is, when there's bugs you don't have repellent, when there's water, you got no boat... But sometimes there's vampires and there's Buffy. And I'm the king
Thanks for the good wishes man, they came true. that was awesome.