I woke up about an hour ago from a disturbing dream. It sucks knowing that you've slept five hours and you have another 6 before you have to work in the morning.
From what I can remember of the dream, It's not so much what happened that's disturbing, but how much of an affect reality has on your dreams. Earlier today, I was watching TV and some one made the comment about how they think about their deceased father every day. I remember thinking that I haven't thought about my deceased father in a while.
In my dream, I'm driving around a town I'm vaguely familiar with. I return some musical instrument to a store that doesn't exist anymore. I have know Idea what that means. They say dreams have some message that can be interpreted out of it. I am clueless as to what that could possibly mean.
The town becomes a little bit more familiar. In actuality, it's a conglomerate of cities from my past. I walk into a Meijer's that I used to work at. But one of my current bosses works there for some reason. I go there to maybe run into my ex-wife. I know, because I've had this dream many times before. What am I going to possibly say to her, I don't know. As I'm walking down one of the aisles, I catch a glimpse of my dad. But I pretend not to notice him. And Likewise, he pretends to not notice me. We both walk off in separate directions.
As I'm walking through Meijer's, I notice several people from my past, but I talk to no one. I walk out of the building and get in my car. That's when an over whelming feeling of loneliness comes over me. I walk back into the building with a desperate desire to reconnect with somebody. That's when I run into one of my current bosses, but he's on his way out. I walk back into the building and there's a trail of money, as if somebody robbed Meijer and left a trail, dragging a safe out of of Meijer. I'm not sure how far he got, but every one was calm, so I think he was apprehended.
I remember trying to find my ex-wife so I can tell her that I wanted to get to know her again, because it's been ten years since I've talked to her. I can't find anybody. So I walk back out to my car and decide I want to call my dad. I imagined him sitting all alone in his apartment after a hard day's work, eating junk food and watching TV. I thought I would give him a call and reconnect with him, because it's been so long since I've talked to him, also.
I find my cell phone and look at the time. it reads 8:30. But I don't know it's 8:30 at night or in the morning. The sky appears to be in that hazy part of the day where you can't really tell either way. This is what snaps me out of my dream because I hate the feeling of not knowing what time it is. That, and I suddenly realize my dad has been dead for ten years and I can't simply call him up. I slowly awake from my dream, the intense feeling of being alone in the universe keeps from falling back to sleep.
I roll over, wide awake. I have had nights like this before, where I should fall back to sleep, but I can't. The only thing to do is get up and do something, because I'm not getting back to sleep. Besides the intense feeling of emptiness, I remember feeling bloated on fast food, having ate some Taco Bell before I went to bed, and that my room smelled like dirty clothes. This reminds me that I need to clean my room and start eating healthy. I bet you I wouldn't be having dreams like this if I had ate some fruit before going to bed.
But, It's strange how one comment from earlier ends up being the basis for my dream that night. I can self-analyze my dream to death, like the visualization of my father being all alone eating junk food and watching TV could be me now. It's like we try not to turn out like our parents, but some how slip into the same bad habits and patterns that we tried to avoid. I could do that, but why? Why beat myself up about it? Instead, I'll do something constructive, like clean my room. Or eat some fruit. I have some strawberries in my fridge that need to be eaten before they spoil.
From what I can remember of the dream, It's not so much what happened that's disturbing, but how much of an affect reality has on your dreams. Earlier today, I was watching TV and some one made the comment about how they think about their deceased father every day. I remember thinking that I haven't thought about my deceased father in a while.
In my dream, I'm driving around a town I'm vaguely familiar with. I return some musical instrument to a store that doesn't exist anymore. I have know Idea what that means. They say dreams have some message that can be interpreted out of it. I am clueless as to what that could possibly mean.
The town becomes a little bit more familiar. In actuality, it's a conglomerate of cities from my past. I walk into a Meijer's that I used to work at. But one of my current bosses works there for some reason. I go there to maybe run into my ex-wife. I know, because I've had this dream many times before. What am I going to possibly say to her, I don't know. As I'm walking down one of the aisles, I catch a glimpse of my dad. But I pretend not to notice him. And Likewise, he pretends to not notice me. We both walk off in separate directions.
As I'm walking through Meijer's, I notice several people from my past, but I talk to no one. I walk out of the building and get in my car. That's when an over whelming feeling of loneliness comes over me. I walk back into the building with a desperate desire to reconnect with somebody. That's when I run into one of my current bosses, but he's on his way out. I walk back into the building and there's a trail of money, as if somebody robbed Meijer and left a trail, dragging a safe out of of Meijer. I'm not sure how far he got, but every one was calm, so I think he was apprehended.
I remember trying to find my ex-wife so I can tell her that I wanted to get to know her again, because it's been ten years since I've talked to her. I can't find anybody. So I walk back out to my car and decide I want to call my dad. I imagined him sitting all alone in his apartment after a hard day's work, eating junk food and watching TV. I thought I would give him a call and reconnect with him, because it's been so long since I've talked to him, also.
I find my cell phone and look at the time. it reads 8:30. But I don't know it's 8:30 at night or in the morning. The sky appears to be in that hazy part of the day where you can't really tell either way. This is what snaps me out of my dream because I hate the feeling of not knowing what time it is. That, and I suddenly realize my dad has been dead for ten years and I can't simply call him up. I slowly awake from my dream, the intense feeling of being alone in the universe keeps from falling back to sleep.
I roll over, wide awake. I have had nights like this before, where I should fall back to sleep, but I can't. The only thing to do is get up and do something, because I'm not getting back to sleep. Besides the intense feeling of emptiness, I remember feeling bloated on fast food, having ate some Taco Bell before I went to bed, and that my room smelled like dirty clothes. This reminds me that I need to clean my room and start eating healthy. I bet you I wouldn't be having dreams like this if I had ate some fruit before going to bed.
But, It's strange how one comment from earlier ends up being the basis for my dream that night. I can self-analyze my dream to death, like the visualization of my father being all alone eating junk food and watching TV could be me now. It's like we try not to turn out like our parents, but some how slip into the same bad habits and patterns that we tried to avoid. I could do that, but why? Why beat myself up about it? Instead, I'll do something constructive, like clean my room. Or eat some fruit. I have some strawberries in my fridge that need to be eaten before they spoil.